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黃愛莉
wishing for a name as forgetful as myself
50~ Sept. 2020

Message to Readers

pasta denied

for an artist is dead

September 29, 2020

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o! strike the gong, hear its sonorous toll/
for today an artist has fallen from their post./
(can't you see it now, icarus?)
(wings lost in descent)
body splayed 'neath the wooden staircase/
(towards heaven, painting heaven on brick walls')
face tilted towards the prize and the brush/
and sheer bliss drips from their dull lips and curls from oblivious eyes/
twirling and flirting against shattered spine and outstretched limbs reaching/
towards sanguine paints and stolen ambition/
taste the sorrow underneath their tongue/
(lick the humidity oozing through pores)
for an artist is dead and their best work lives on./
short post- given i wrote this in the span of like 20 minutes and made no attempt to edit what it is basically saying is said artist fell from the ladder-staircase thing while painting a mural. thats it. that's the whole post. i gotta make content somehow, eh?

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3 Comments
  • Rachaelgrace

    Okay, I’m really glad I discovered you. This piece is super well written :)
    Re: haha your sense of humor is great


    1 day ago
  • birthdaycandles

    “painting heaven on brick walls” dhwkxbekdbeklas this is amazing. And did I read that write that you wrote this in 20 minutes- wow. Don’t undermine this as “content” pfft! this is art if I’ve ever seen it!!


    about 1 month ago
  • JustAnotherDarling

    AAAAAAAA "sheer bliss drips from their dull lips and curls from oblivious eyes/
    twirling and flirting against shattered spine and outstretched limbs reaching" This gave me c h i l l s in the very best way!


    about 1 month ago