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neurodivergency coils like barbed wire around my ribs—
scary, silent, devouring strangulation
my heart is already half-unalive
a rotten pump stuttering red and blue
leaking thick ropes of (cu—) blood into the void
with every irregular, mourning thump
each beat is a eulogy for itself
my mind just watches, merely muted
a corpse that forgot how to scream
then you arrive.
yer hands split my chest like wet paper
no hesitation
you reach past the broken cage
grip that dying muscle, and drag it against your own
our hearts (pla—) slam together—
wet, obscene, enviously alive
piercing ventricle, artery, soul
blood sprays hot mess between us, mixing
red and blue turning violent violet—
as the chain locks tight with a wet metallic click
we're locked through loss blood
we are one pulsing atrocity
my insecurities drown in your veins
your fangs find the leaks and drink them clean
every stuttering beat is answered by yours
stronger, crueler, imperfectly perfect—
i am no longer leaking into nothing
i am chained to you
heart impaled on heart
bleeding only into yer mouth
only for yer hunger
only for this filthy, sacred forever
stay, my bloodthristy chum
keep the chain taut
let me feel you throb inside my ruin—
Filled with blue stars
And broken heart in glimmer,
The geese in the pond chatter a while,
I take the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
Stillness.
I find no peace in paint or type,
I am not sick, I am not well,
Shall we do without hope?
hope you had a happy easter, keep writing and enjoying life :)
we become bnuuies of ascension—
fur matted black with mutual blood
laughing low through the trial’s iron throat
no lambs. no dawn. tis' only sacrament.
i split my own chest like a confession
offer the wet, beating heart to my cannibalistic princess
as though it were bread and wine
she takes it between delicate fangs
devours the pulse while i watch admirably
eyes soft, mouth red, soul already gone
we bleed in the darkest corridors
covered, ruined, ascending anyway—
two gore-drenched creatures
bound tighter by every wound we gift
there is no resurrection here
only this endless feast
this holy laughter
this exquisite, unfinished devouring~
i reckon we rise in each other’s teeth