#reiwrites

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LaidBareBorneForward

I will drag my soft body into the future, I will pull with my arms, when my shoulders give out, my wrists will remain and struggle all the more, my fingers after that will scrabble and scrape forward forward forward, nails dig in my flesh and gouge out the pulp of me, dragging me forward forward forward, when the pulp gives out, you will see all else, it will tangle with my future, knots knots knots of fibrous materials and with them I will move again into the future.

The pain of moving on is worth finding out what happens next, driven through it I will discover all the people I will be, without shoulders,wrists,fingers,skin,pulp,fiber until there is nothing left of me I will go forward, whoever I become, I will use all of it to get there, all of me, all of my me-ness. The future will have to reckon with the skeletal remains of someone who lays themself bare.

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Blame

I wanna be your scapegoat, I want everything you blame on that malfunctioning little piece of meat in your skull to be blamed on me, I want you to wrap your hate around me and bury myself in it. Suffocate me with the hate you feel so comfortable in, choke me with all this malice you preserve just for you, you've pickled yourself in it and now I want it, give it to me!

If you spent half the time hating me as you spend hating yourself, I bet it would feel like heaven, to have so much of your attention. So accuse and point the finger and make sure it sticks to at least one of us, share with me all this disgust and distrust and misplace it all on me so I can share your heat or lack of it with you.

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The

Broom method,

My flame is invisible to you.

You strike out hoping I'll catch your tinder and light it

You keep missing, the flame is right there

I'll just burn here, crackling loudly

But you don't hear me

You strike again

Oops,miss

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I'm so bloody inside, torn up and torn down, gods alive and dead should condemn everything that's made me so bloody, but they just allow it to continue, it bubbles up my throat and splatters on your face while I try to say I love you.

You flinch away like I've struck you, you flee from me and I'm choking on blood. Used to the taste now, iron isn't just good for foundations and alloys, it's good for my mind to be aware of the pain ever lovely it is, ever present it'll be.

How many, bursting blood bubbles have there been, Fleeing friends and partners and family, feelings left to rot, sentences left to hang and don't ever forget ounces that ooze from sad lips?

Beat me to a bloody pulp, I'll still love you tomorrow, scrape me up and try again, I'll love you forever, I already have, every second stretches on forever why not the love? Why not blood?

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Can't sleep can't sleep can't sleep. I am a reverberating echo of my soul screaming for relief and I can't even sleep to escape it for but a few meager hours. This dread ache and other sharp pain in all waking hours. The floundering mind scraping at fortitudes no longer available to us. Let me in I say to my dreams, most assuredly they let me not. What dreams that are not nightmares will I be allowed? Until a final rest closes my eyes unto the next life to be lived. Break down again and again the world shouts, become as dust and clay, perhaps you will be useful as a bowl where you lie in current shape as a beast of no great use. My form remains, despite the spirit molding into shapes of all types, wheresoever we find it useful or fun or creative.

May astral bodies and earthly forces, all that powers this vessel grant me all ability...to sleep. Where will we find ourself if this continues? The stress the strain the cracking spine and shuddering heart? Time does not rest either, she proceeds onwards, pulling ourself regretfully forward, unwillingly to-wards this creeping writhing. How slow. To fall to pieces through lack of rest. How quick. The mind quicker than imagined, body not far behind.

Gods... I am... tired of it all

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My name is Reina, 30, They/Them She/Her, I write and sing and voice act. I believe we owe each other (community) everything. I believe we owe nothing to them (corporate/state entities)

I don't have sideblogs and I've only remade once, been here about 15-16 years.

18+ will happen, put your age/age-range in bio oh and fuck AI and anyone who deals in it/uses it

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https://www.castingcall. club/wordlesspoemtree

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I open like a dam and it pours from me, all this garbage I have blocked my way with.

What flows free and present once I no longer stand in my own way.

Gods state divinity is in finding the self equal to that which you serve.

I will find myself equal to myself. I will serve it just as fully as any devotee, knees wrapped and hands clasped.

What more than this will I ask of me? Than to be my own equal?

Nothing I can't match.

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Authentic, oh how words die, we lay thee down to rest in this bed of faux-flowers, wrapped in a cloth of mixed polyfibers. Your casket lined with styrofoam and made from simple silicone. We eulogized you during our work break with voices claiming good deals and lowest price evers. One thing we couldn't leave out is how we're like a family here, loyalty really got you to where you were, homeless at 54 and nothing there to show. I'm sure you weren't sponsored in this life or else how could you present the best item you ever bought on marketplace shop prime, and still feel like yourself?

Were you a word we loved and enjoyed or one we abused and tore down and made you fit the mold of a selling-point.

Why are we selling ourselves like we survive off commission? Corporate talking points in all of our friendships? Did loyalty get you anywhere in this life?

Oh Authentic, we mourn you today, but don't worry, tomorrow we will pave a new parking lot over your burial site, so we won't mourn for long. Next new and new trendy and viral viral viral sounds and shoes and stores to come.

I'm not afraid for the new world, it'll move on without us, but us... we crumble at the reality that... we don't know what's real anymore.