#tag;words

[hyenaskull]

a poem about digging potatos:

in the field i kneel digging digging digging claw through the bugs and dirt

snag a lil tater

and then

oh, the horror- a seed potato slimy gunky cold all over my fingers

oh! sensory hell!

to my best friend i plead, "kill me," with utmost sincerity, "take that potato fork and stab it through my neck."

he scoffs and does not oblige my request i live to be seed potato'd again.

[hyenaskull]

forgot i had this banger of a line in a wip:

"Hesitant, she thinks. It doesn't suit him, looks out of place against his patchwork bone-meat-rot skin and tattered clothes."

[hyenaskull]

twisting, writhing, left, right, the maggot in your tongue thrashes, desperate for escape. you claw at your mouth, hold on, hold on. do not let it out, try in vain to keep the maggot in your tongue. you cannot lose it, you cannot lose the feel of him, the taste of him. if the maggot goes so does he.

you try, you struggle. the maggot slips from your mouth, your fingers, hits the forest floor and like it never existed, it vanishes. your tongue bleeds, empty. you are miles from home and you cannot feel him, cannot taste him.

the maggot is gone, and you. you are alone.

[hyenaskull]

saying "i'll see you tomorrow" not as a goodbye, but as a promise. as a keepsake. do not leave me, do not go. i'll see you tomorrow, hold me to it.

saying "i'll see you tomorrow" not as a goodbye, but as an i love you. as a way of saying words i cannot. i'll see you tomorrow, okay?

[hyenaskull]

theres a swell of emotions in my chest im breaking im breaking im breaking its hate and love and grief and anger

ANGER soul crushing rib breaking wrath

i loved so hard and fell so far

how dare you how dare you how dare you

[hyenaskull]

I’m no family dog I’m a violent dog I’m a deadly dog

I’ll bite you before I’d trust you I’ll run loose before I’d accept your enclosures I’ll defy your every order before I’d sit for you

Don’t stare me dead in the eye I ain’t afraid the lash out Hope you’re prepared to get bit

I’m all teeth and claws Anger and trauma Raised hackles and deep growls

I don’t belong in your home I belong in a shallow grave Never to hurt again

[hyenaskull]

I don’t know, I mean, they all say “Life is tough”, right?

Somehow I think we’re tougher.

[hyenaskull]

I never was gentle I never did learn to care I never felt soft

I was taught to hide I was taught to be quiet I was taught to be seen, not heard

But something in me calls Begs for a better life Beats against my chest and tells me to fight

I wasn’t gentle, but today I will try I don’t know how to care, but today I will learn I wasn’t soft, but today I will relax my walls