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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Love Begins
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pony work doodles
intrusive
conduction of controlled conversation
under the auspices of ants
the goosebumps amalgamate as the skin repairs
and an itch to continue
a desire to reach out my body to yours persists
but the idea of my bugs under my epidermis pressing against u
makes me nauseous&shrivel
they're crawling through my veins
and ask my pulse quickens they spin inside me faster
even when our touch is brief, accidental
i feel them itching to jump
and i have to scold myself for letting myself get close to you
the ants scream
feed all yours thoughts to me till you’re exhausted and begging for release
the mandibles of my greed grip your hips to feel every experience you’ve had
i sink my pincers into your neck’s skin and bite until your feelings start to break through the surface
i’ll drink up every drop of your intimacy, moments you’ve always wanted to share but been afraid to
why did it feel like i was gasping for air with you?
there are time in lull with you that i feel i have enough
but it’s not enough for you or myself or anyone
don’t look over here
don’t turn around
it's easier to look at you from the side or behind
but ants crawled into cuts on my hips that were left from others grip
and are waiting to escape my orifices
they prick at the urethra
and traveling between my vagina and my anus
it stings and i'm afraid of using the bathroom
for when i see their corpses staring back at me from the water
i'm sorry i couldn't host you better and my body pushed you out
and though i hate the ants, i have to protect them
they've dug themselves inside
and i'm flattered that they thought of me.
I’m always running
On fumes
Away
Late
To catch you
With not enough time
i look into their eyes
and wonder what they see in me
now when i stare at myself in the mirror
an object has become of me
i hate to be a toy, a fantasy, a night
but it seems its come too familiar for me
i cradle the object that has become of me
i see the cracks starting to form
i'm afraid at what will seep through,
though it is another part of me
i'll miss the shell, the way it protects me
even if its been cutting
my gums into smiling
legs into opening
senses numb
and my eyes glazed, shot, and away.
maybe i'll make a comic somdayyy
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from during highschool, 2022
realta the fish on a human body .. 🐟🐠
super old wip
stone on his face
lace covered mace
i yield because I wish not to hurt you
I pluck on your spine like the strings of a violin
but I wish not to make you a marionette
I'd rather play a duet
intertwined the music plays our skin
the air crisps its leafy lips onto my skin,
a blue rose, my veins move my limbs
& i do a spin as I learn to love again
protect my good faith and humor, my love is meant to
Protect my good faith and humor,
Acidic pleasure came from yourself onto me,
burned itself onto my chest and into my heart.
no longer i, a person, you lie in love with.
Throwing up my shame
Into the toilet after you left
is Narcissus reflected between the chunks of
cartilage and love?
The bathroom tiles chilled as my only sensation
The glass you used to hold so carefully
Stained by a moment
epiphanic i see now,
how you saw me unconsciously.
I sink into the mud and cry out for why
a trust so easily broken
my Self must be so faint for others to care for
so they treat me as they please.
but for why, when I loved you
must you have hurt me?
my mind is always split now
balancing the present reality and the time unbounded daydreams
my thoughts are ever consuming, I can't focus on what's in front of me.
I want to run away from my mind, I don't want the power to time travel.
but its parasitic attachment to my unwakingly wake moments
leeches itself onto everything I touch.
the unconsciously
now I don't trust, in others and myself
“I wasn't thinking” and that precisely the problem
thoughtful, a consideration of others
why do I wish to rewire myself
when being caught in them not quite bad.
perhaps because of my electrical intensity,
I want everything to slow down
I dont feel that I can relax
if I take a moment, the feeling may come back.
there's no reason for it
there's no logic behind it
its a carelessness I cannot understand
all the words must mean nothing
I feel stupid for how much I care
how much i hung onto every word
as they do onto your feebility
when the syllables extract themselves from your life and into mine
there's wasn't much to read
meaningless words etched into my heart,
I have little to cling to
but I wish not to be contrived
I practice self control because I am afraid of other's lack
would you have called out the right name when I let go?
chauvinist in disguise,
incompetence your weapon.
treating me as your mother,
child turned adult,
you'll never get your needs met.
Always ignorance feigned,
I held you unaccountable.
incompetence does not hide always
your sadistic greed toward my form
without care for my words.
I care not for form
and word of mouth can always lie
the soul i seek,
I cannot deny my own greed
Seeking love past the superfluous superficialities
At what point does it show itself true?
Past obsession
Past the dopamine charged feeling,
At what point does it surpass chemical?
a trust, a security, a future
Is it a careful consideration of another?
A choice perhaps,
regardless of feeling, the fleeting
My love is meant to
Take me into thee,
I heard my thoughts as they decree
atop the church, the bells
they bellow down below
temptation seeps itself into me
don't you see?