You could write words on my arms and ask me to hold you. Letters hidden from the world and tucked against your waist. Is this a poem of sorts? Is the poem incomplete when my arms are outstretched and you're no longer here? Just me and the words and the empty space between them.

You could write words on my arms and ask me to hold you. Letters hidden from the world and tucked against your waist. Is this a poem of sorts? Is the poem incomplete when my arms are outstretched and you're no longer here? Just me and the words and the empty space between them.

Re this poem, yes I did in fact clear out a room where someone had stapled turf grass to the floor, I kinda both admire that person and went what the actual fuck. He had left after not paying rent for two months and the landlord was like "hey...whatever you find you can keep" and he'd obviously taken most stuff with him but I found a massive jar of 5-50p coins which I took, was like...40ish quid? Pretty good. Also some new sneakers which I shamelessly sold off to someone who wanted them.

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Bathsheba

You overcome them, that is what they tell you. You are like a sickness, a bottle of wine
on an empty stomach, a promise someone dreamt and therefore yearn for. You shower in dark bathrooms with the windows nailed shut, some names carry prophesies like healthy sons, maturing with swords in their hands.

Bathsheba

You overcome them, that is what they tell you. You are like a sickness, a bottle of wine
on an empty stomach, a promise someone dreamt and therefore yearn for. You shower in dark bathrooms with the windows nailed shut, some names carry prophesies like healthy sons, maturing with swords in their hands.

Extremely cursed gender garbage (fatphobia and misogyny) 

Spotted in the wild.

Extremely cursed gender garbage (fatphobia and misogyny) 

@Creaturista Oh Damn

@QueenMollyBones thank you, seems to be a universal state of being for many so I'm just trying to take it easy with myself ya know, hope you're okay.

was hoping to get the patreon poem up yesterday but I have a stomach bug and I'm just suffering tbh.

Patreon poem up

Mulch

patreon.com/posts/42053570

But then I’d rather dig downwards.
To lay with the silverfish
and beetles, to make pillows of stones
and roots.

I created a twine poem last year called Girl Pixel and it surrounds some relationship structures between gender and gaming culture.

corvusrobotica.itch.io/girlpix

CW: the background is violently pink and will change your colour perception for a while.

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