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HAPPY SPOOKY TIME EVERYONE!!!
Just an old doodle from last year. It’s my sona as a praying mantis/ poison Ivy and my OC Misty! I’ve been super busy so haven’t had much time to do art but don’t worry I am alive and am working on things!
Stay safe and spooky out there!
leafy canopy of eyes orbs entrenched in cellulose spy stolen kisses
you light up my heart like sun on wildflowers the dawn in my eyes
fluoxetine tang
sometimes they don't go down properly. that sickening routine, glass of water in the evening and down goes the dose. sometimes the gelatine sticks. i feel it in my throat, drink water and eat a morsel to try and force it down.
other times i don't feel it at all.
i push the thought to the back of my mind, to that secret place where you keep phone numbers and the clothes you were wearing when you last had your keys.
absorbed in something, eyes trained on a screen or a task or maybe nothing at all and suddenly i cough.
up comes a burning cloud of fine white dust, in my eyes and throat and mouth and nose it's everywhere, a foul chemical burning taste that i can hardly describe. there's almost a metallic taste to it but not quite, more like soap or methanol.
retching over the sink until it clears.
the first time it happened, i missed the train to pitsea.
Ode to an absent father.
late to your own wedding. disgraceful. hungover, to boot. reminds me of a story i read when i was young. the dormouse was late because he got flour on his best suit. you were just lazy, ignorant and lazy. the same as ever.
three years ago you ruffled my hair asked me how flute lessons were going i quit when i was twelve. i didn't want you to touch me.
you said you would call, send gifts and money. i don't think i heard from you until the next birthday. i got the same card two years in a row. it had a chimpanzee on the front. I hate chimps, but how would you know?
a balancing act
a kind of teetering tentative teeth-gritting turbulence
that manifests in perfect silence.
the slightest movement could alter the balance
bring it all
crashing
down.
you are a soft rose petal, velvety between my fingertips.
you are a nesting bird, on the verge of fledging but not quite brave enough yet.
i bring you life, or i try. the day you take flight will be the saddest day of my life.
i will miss you.
it sticks to me, the heat and moisture humidity so obscuring, clinging to my limbs
and face
and words
and mind.
Hint of a whisper of a breeze from the ethereal air, somewhere moving that still, thick cloak of damp.
The world has close walls and the air is cotton wool. muggy and moist and muffling sounds.
dripping tearing clinging sliding twinge burning twisting feeling stains wash out but for some reason these look like the end of the world every time
intense spinning squeeze crush crush crush crush
spreading wet nausea
ebbing falling climbing.
i think of sticky clumps and blood.
