Poetic Tigress

40's, she/her, mostly hetero, FULL brat and FULL switch which makes me a lot of fun #poetry #stories

[wetheurban]

The bravest thing you can do is stop mourning the life you expected and start noticing the one that's trying to find you.

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Solemn Simulacrum

Artist: Dan Murayama Scott TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[poetictigress]

Darkness

DarknessI am not afraid of the darkI am afraid of you finding out my darkest secretsSecrets that had been buried for years only to resurface on the occasional late night Sade sessionAm IWhy notCould heNever beenWhispers the bubble upIn the reflective mirror of the surface of your own secret pond of deep emotions Too hardTo hold back Uncried tears Played on repeatMaybe I could have beenSilly of…

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[poetictigress]

Expertise

It started off innocently enough. I had a problem and went to an expert. So tell me what’s going on? Warm, helpful, a voice designed to entice me to tell him all of my problems. Although relatively straight forward, there needed to be several more phone calls before a resolution was found. Thank you. You are most assuredly welcome. Does this mean that we are no longer professionally…

Expertise

[poetictigress]

Menace

When I fall in love Imma be a straight menance my man my man my man my baby my baby my baby Slow jam mixes played Dirty haikus well written before pic follows I am going to be an absolute hold me, massage me, but wait I want to see you cum (all over my face at first) Let my full brat Full switch Full nerd fly Unimaginable to feel wrapped in a cloud of care and love to be able to be…

Menace

[poetictigress]

Gluttony

Fucking devour me Put your tongue against my ass and swirl like I’m a rocket popsicle in early days of August Engulf me inside outside Twirl your tongue like you’re rapping karaoke and every high note is matched by my screams singing you are the prototype Fucking consume me Until I can’t do anything but shake begging between don’t stop and I can’t stand it Fucking bury your head as you hold…

[wetheurban]

Normalize choosing to breathe and center instead of borrowing stress from a future that hasn’t happened yet.

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Polymorphist’s Jest

“The flies were bothering me.” —Jalira, master polymorphist

Artist: Craig J Spearing TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

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[wetheurban]

Stop gaslighting your intuition. The peace you lose when you betray your gut isn’t worth anyone’s approval.

[poetictigress]

Perfection

RespectfullyDisrespect meForce me to all fours and call me a cum slut and how much you love cumming all over my facePush my back down to arch my ass higher while you tell me what a good little whore I am and how good I take your dickTell me how much you love how wet it is and how you can’t wait to get home to bend me over the counter RespectfullyDisrespect meTell me that you aren’t going to let…

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[wetheurban]

You’ve returned to yourself before. You can do it again.

[dreamgirlvibes]

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[wetheurban]

Take your vitamin D. Take your magnesium. Go to therapy. Prioritize hydration. Make a daily to-do list. Keep your space clean. Wear sunscreen. Meditate, journal, stretch. Focus on what you can control. Apply actions to intentions. Give yourself grace. Above all, love yourself.

[silverlit-hexchen]

Which one?

As I bleed out, you lean over me

and with a smile, you say —

“You dodged a bullet.”

Glassy-eyed and light-headed from the blood loss,

I ask you:

Which one?

The first bullet only grazed me.

Skin split like an overripe peach,

the shock of the hit enough to bring me to my knees.

The second bullet was not a clean shot.

Its entry wound festered —

metal fragments twisted, mangled beneath my flesh.

The pain became a dull, ever-present ache.

The third bullet lodged in my spine.

Paralyzed instantly,

reducing me to a crawling creature.

The fourth bullet hit its mark.

Straight through the heart,

and out my back.

This alone should’ve killed me.

But breath lingered.

And the sick truth is —

I didn’t dodge the fifth bullet.

I begged for it.

One hand gripping the barrel,

I pleaded to be hit.

And it dodged me.

So I ask you again:

Which one did I dodge?

Because I’ve been keeping count.

I haven’t dodged a single bullet.

I threw myself into the line of fire,

again, and again,

until even the gun took pity on me.