Blotted

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Join Date: September 12, 2018

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I have found that what I put here before was very deep.
Nah...
Just wanted to say hi.
So hello.

drought

May 14, 2020

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why as the sun bleeds, sighs, over new white cloth
bleaching the world ochre
skin melting over brittle bones
fissures appear on flats of desert sand
trees wilt, flowers wither, vines shrivel, rivers run dry

our ligaments and muscles weaken
and we begin to muse,
why can't we survive?

why does the carcass lay in sand
only to be torn apart
hyena cackles and bloodied teeth
vultures circle ripping beaks
organs eaten, livers swallowed, blood licked off open vein

pain walks up and caresses us in crushing embrace
and we begin to weep,
why aren't we dead yet?

why does rain refuse to fall
to wash the blood away
acidic iron boring through stone
and stomach cramps wrack as the body breaks

water deprived, fingers shaking as we crawl, scraping our chests across the ground
and we begin to laugh,
it's horrible, isn't?
it's a horrible sound.
why don't we feel ANYTHING?

and as your weak, pitiful, writhing form stills in the mountainous dunes of sand
your corpse is picked clean,
and not a day goes by before your dripping, tarnished remains
are buried forever
 

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2 Comments
  • van gogh's girl

    God. death and violence can be so beautiful


    about 2 months ago
  • Vinter Vejen

    Woah. This is beautiful. The way you use the italics is everything

    water deprived, fingers shaking as we crawl, scraping our chests across the ground
    and we begin to laugh,
    it's horrible, isn't?
    it's a horrible sound.'

    Those lines gave me goosebumps. You're really good!


    about 2 months ago