fleeting dream, piece of me
what have I forgotten?
stolen moment, manic lover
once and then it's over
cross my fingers
my heart
my legs
i feel it in me dreaming
once and gone again
pleasure slowly fleeting

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@cthonic-nymph
fleeting dream, piece of me
what have I forgotten?
stolen moment, manic lover
once and then it's over
cross my fingers
my heart
my legs
i feel it in me dreaming
once and gone again
pleasure slowly fleeting
if i was a wyrmling - a milk-pale serpent, thick as your arm, gelid venom in my fangs and bitterwinter breath - and you were, say, a loose federation of villages and nomadic bands out where the taiga and the tundra kiss, would you love me? would you bring me hot moose flank? would you feed me goose stew and fill skulls with wine and mead for me? would you heap stones and ram earth and haul stout timbers from miles around to build a temple for me, with a little niche in the wall in which a wyrmling could coil and warm her scales in the glow of the peat-and-mammoth-dung fire youd keep burning for me? would you dance and sing my praises? would you bring me turquoise? and tiger's eye? and dendritic agate? and aquamarine? would you fashion a box for me, of gold and silver and horn and fragrant wood, bedded with fleece, and carry me in it, under the aurora?
i love "bite me" as a retort. your frustrating me, come put your spit and teeth all over me for it. and maybe lick me a little. because i hate you
Auguste Rodin
pushed the needle through my flesh
blood on the carpet
it smells like vinegar and baking soda again
i wish i wore a different shirt
and are death and the maiden perhaps looking for a third
im recovering from limerence pls be patient with me
wildflowers thriving on the side of the road i see you i love you girls
open my veins!
spill the red red red salt
back to the earth
exsanguination
release my breath
feel cold hot cold hot
weighty and floaty
fear barely felt through
head throbbing
body heat
the weight of your body held down
the soar of your soul seeing the body held down
i look so small
and white
i always wanted to die pretty
"Death & The Maiden", by Emil Melmoth
Der Kuss / The Kiss, Lovis Corinth, 1921 drypoint in black on wove paper
Maladaptive deeply held belief: nobody could ever love me. Im going to die alone
Positive counterthought: maybe someone has an exceptionally rare form of mental illness that would cause them to make the grave mistake of wanting to fuck me
I feel soft
Silly slinky melting
Feel how soft I am
Run your hands over me
Press your lips to my
neck
shoulders
spine
and hips
reach around with soft silly fingers
and pet my tummy!
stroke my thighs!
Breathe in my ear and make me shiver
use that mouth like you did before!
don't let me melt alone
all i want is for you to feel safe when you're in my home
force of habit
habit of forcing me
God I should've punched him
God should've punished him
eye across the room again
glittering dark evil hate lust
wet with tears
you're married now creep!! She's even younger than me
Newly 18, bright eyed and ready
I weep for her future
I can't say more without the accusations
It's not jealousy for you
It's mourning her youth
She had what I wanted
I don't want her to get what I've gotten
But you slip up behind me
Slip my skirt up
it's just force of habit
no one saw them or now
But I'm crying and shaking
Still yours for the taking
No matter what I have to say
If I keep practicing I might even be a person soon