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[rhirily]

My existence is scarcely more than a shrine to those whom I hold dear.

Each day I live is an act of worship to everyone and everything that I love.

21/06/26

Shrine.

₍ₜₕₒᵤ₉ₕₜₛ ᵥᵥᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₜᵢₘᵢₙ₉₎

[rhirily]

HOW?

How?

How am I to know? To know, how

Who

Are you? Are you to know?

I feel like I'm

S l i p p i n g

Slowly, further away from

o Away from

u Who?

Am I ?

To know? To know it all?

Am I to know how? To know who? Who?

You?

To know

You?

Do you know?

Do you see me slipping? S

l

o

w

l

y

Pulling, t e a r i n g apart?

How?

How am I How? Are you?

Am I

To know? I?

Who Who?

Am I ...me?

I am?

To know? Will I?

Am I?

To know?

How?

How?

04 / 05 / 26

[rhirily]

In loving you, I love myself; in loving us, I hate all else.

- Favouritism at it's Finest: We Call It Love.

01/06/26

[rhirily]

Time is not cheap.

There are great standards to be met,

Lofty expectations held before all

To be deemed worthy of it,

Standards most scarcely rise to see.

Yet over and over, I find

That I want nothing more than to,

With you,

Waste my time.

₍ₜₕₒᵤ₉ₕₜₛ ᵥᵥᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₜᵢₘᵢₙ₉₎

[rhirily]

Love is a Taste

The flavor of blood

no one's but your own

it seeps through your teeth and spills down your throat

for some bitter, some tangy

some salty or sweet

most gag on the taste of copper and zinc

what we do with the love, if we swallow or spit

we remember it's ours, no one else can touch it

until we both open

our wet mouths to bare

our scarlet stained teeth and the blood pooling there

would you unfurl your tongue and let the love drip

from the beat of your heart to the cracks in my lip?

04/07/26

[rhirily]

I wish so bitterly that I could be your everything, as you are everything to me.

- The Pinnacle of Selfish Desire

₍ₜₕₒᵤ₉ₕₜₛ ᵥᵥᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₜᵢₘᵢₙ₉₎

[rhirily]

Journal Excerpt I

03/06/24

(ρυℓℓιηg συт ραgєѕ)

[rhirily]

Claw marks and scratches across your flesh

Written with my hand's appendages

In a language you can't quite translate

A foreign tongue, but with such familiar

Spacing, similar punctuation, as though

The only difference were dialect

A regional variation between your fingers and mine

Skin samples under my nails, the word is

Clear to me;

Love.

So close, but so far, fron the translation

You derive, the dialect difference an

Unpredictable divide;

Hate.

₍ₜₕₒᵤ₉ₕₜₛ ᵥᵥᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₜᵢₘᵢₙ₉₎