#writing sample .

[sprucewrites]

a mumu in colaboration with @debnamrps

[entryentropy-blog]

                    her  father  is  a  funny man ,          with the glaze in his eyes &   exhaustion sewn .     she reaches a coo ,   a giggle , &   reach is what she does .     her fingers skim before he recoils ,   flinches so harshly she has a reoccurring thought that his skin might break from the sheer pressure .     almost feral ,   backed into a corner without apprehension , &   she’s told a story abandoning the sinners who’ve left their love behind .     she reminds him that sinners are he ,   are she ,   are fathers ,   are daughters .     they balance into the scale ,&   sometimes she finds the disgust living on his lips beautiful          (     just as he would think a smile twists itself on her face unnerving .     ) .     BUT  THEN  SHE  IS  REMINDED  HERSELF :     brothers are keepers ,   are reels that title .     her father becomes the sun , &   hands quivers as it snaps away from his wide blues .     bubbling ,   bubbling :     her  body  is  spilling  repeated .     a shudder of thoughts before the stretch of her smiles ---          mischief has made her ,   descent has whispered so sweetly to craft her veins of nothing .

                    pristine  shoes  dirtied ,          retreat is a gift he’s prayed to the divine above          (     though she’s reminded him of his lacking faith ,   a deceiving thing .     ) .     joints crackle without sound ,   mouth spews without venom , &   her smile is frightening to the man who’s seen it lively ,   then empty ,   then full .     full of fire that sparks in quiet wildlife :     who has lived within her ,   who has changed her ?     glass broken that she caresses ,   tugs her lips into a display seen uncomfortably ,   a country stolen from under his nose before a revolution .     HE  IS  UNSETTLED  BY  HER .     /     JUST  AS  HE  SHOULD  BE .          ❝     father ,   father . . .     ❞          song mocking sung ,   a melody deafening &   static .     where is she ?     where has her affection gone ?          ❝     i’ll clean this ,   don’t worry .     prepare dinner , &   don’t make a habit of spilling milk on the tile .     ❞          it begins as something sweet &   then strange ,   oddening revelation of a rupture before breathing dismissal .

[entryentropy-blog]

                    fingers  fitted  upon     his face ,   &   there is an expanse of fielded discord .     he shudders terribly in the grace of exhaustion ,   &   the  singing  birds  of  tremor   dance along the surface of his skins .     the beginnings of her nails dig ,   but breath lightens   &   intentionally her grip .     her brother could be the angel that sits upon her shoulder     :     but she picks the halo from the top of his locks     (     SHE  IS  DESCENT .     ) .     in the presence of gradual chaos ,   she is what speaks from fallen lips .     the mouth piece of graduation .     /     the speeched love in what is without order .     his eyes peer as if   light  fractured   through the tint of a glass ,   &   she takes precious caress upon gentle skin .     the pulls of her lips to a curve ,   curling into unfurled mischief that glimmers within hues unmade from a canvas .

                    ❝     you  are  exhausted .     you need to rest yourself .     ❞          she has lifted the rose of her prayer ,   the sweetness that glazes her tongue   &   envelopes .     such is betrayed for the   frigidness   of a stern hand ,   firmly  ---  gently   holding her palms to his cheeks .     he knows to not touch the formless fear in his chest ,   &   he knows to not be afraid of her hands .     &   though he’s seen what has become ,   he  won’t  shiver   in the breath of her dusk .     he knows   too  well   the way her body winds around his finger ,   the way her mind stretches how he wants .     she is just as well a good sister as she is a mischief .     THIS  IS   KNOWN .