mourning

you deserve my devotion

[your-mourning]

Step On In... Welcome to my page

i am "mourning", a sort of enigma. you can refer to my by "he," "rot," or "it." im 21 (05) im ambisexual and deeply devoted. my heart aches with yearning and love, so i needed a place to express it.

What to expect...

✃ ​𓂃⸝⸝⸝ poetic proclamations - yearning in a poetic fashion ✃ ノ〃heeding the call - answering asks ✃ ♯ ⟩ break the mold - going out of character

✃ ۶ৎ diary of a cannibal - personal diary

Do Not Interact if...

you are a trump supporter, generally conservative, engage in paraphilia (pedo, zoo), are seeking a romantic relationship with me, can't handle graphic content, or are a minor.

[your-mourning]

Would you let me defile you? Destroy, pick apart, dissect your warm body. Let me see exactly where your organs sit inside of you. I want to know you in the most intimate of ways.

[your-mourning]

Let me watch your face as my hands work through your entrails. I love you as you suffer in twisted agony.

[office-cabinet]

is this a switch and has literally anyone else experienced this

[your-mourning]

Pisses

-Doll

my booth :( it’s everywhere….

[luminael]

UNDER, you come apart soft with surrender, knuckled pulse hammering thin breath, bruise-dark salt flowering the underside of skin, frostbit light gathering at the wrists.

LOW HUM & OPENED THROAT

it runs near to grace; the dumb animal asking answered without mercy. your grip presses the green sternum into a fresh hinge of bone; the throat unlatches past speech, the eyes rolling back on the proof. cold draws the breath to a wire and tethers me to the gospel of you, a willing devour. a glad ruin, a glad ruin, a glad going down.

[your-mourning]

i wish that i had some sort of purpose to drive me. i have obligations, yes, but nothing that feels so meaningful. i want to be told what to do because only i can do it. i think i work best under orders.

[your-mourning]

The worst part was not seeing your body slumped over so unnaturally. No, child, it was hearing your mother's screams.

[your-mourning]

this might be a bit of a vent account for a couple days, woops. just trying to process tragedy

[your-mourning]

I prefer to live through others’ experiences instead of my own, to know them so I can experience their grief, love, passion. I want to be you, to know you, for being myself is too much.

[your-mourning]

My gentle hands guide stories, weaving the basket to be a basin for the said and the unsaid, and for the left unsaid which you may deposit at your discretion.

I will muse to myself all that I hold and carefully pluck out the words to place upon the page. In them is always a piece of me, for I cannot write against myself.

When you read them, can you feel my pulse beneath your tracing fingers? Do you know that it is me?

Read until all meaning is gone from the words, and leave me discarded in a dog eared book somewhere.

[bymy-words]

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕. 𝑨𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆. 𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒕. ♡

[your-mourning]

When I pass, yours is the only head to turn. In a room of stagnant bodies, you are on fire.

[your-mourning]

I’ll love you like nobody else can.

[your-mourning]

If you do not notice me, I will make you. See everything that I am.

[your-mourning]

And still I will give myself to you, despite the draining of my soul. Still I hand over all that I am, for I am loyal to a fault.

[your-mourning]

Unravel me, pull me apart. Do whatever your heart desires, for I belong to you.