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Lantern Part 3

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This When my mind won't let me exist - When I am just alive in the most technical sense. Breathing Blinking Trapped in a cage I can't escape

do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time

II

'Like a dog after it has run through barley,' say my fingers, tips grazing the scalp and sending small shocks through my gut. The oil is rubbed between hungry pads as I find the brush, so lost it had started to comb the bunnies from behind the dresser. Tangles grip with like damned souls, each bristle the ferryman's boat as it steers through the reeds and the mire. The water blanches into stagnant color, rivulets standing out as veins against the floor, all slugging their way to the pit. Steel falters to cut the twisting coils as each viper is measured and found wanting, resulting in tutting and sucked air. Treated silver and baked glass form the edges of the scrying pool that scries the slaying done today. "There's my girl!"

I

“write a love poem for you, it will open up the door to compliment yourself.” it is hard to see me, most of the time. like your brain filling in the missing space from between your eyes, except the opposite. an invisible force feeding the cat the space between a group of friends, an empty bed, a hazy image in the mirror. my gaze jumps over me to regard the far more interesting world. I am a good observer. That is enough for now.

Yoru wa Mijikashi Arukeyo Otome aka Night is short, Walk on Girl, 2017, Masaaki Yuasa

reblog to give a lesbian a sword, a bi girl a dagger, and a trans girl a cool gun

oh to have a silly little house like this...