hey guys i think i broke my record player needle the DAY my glass houses & desire vinyls arrived. war and hate
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not only my life is a mess rn I somehow made a mess out of my own characters and ideas too like.................idk what I'm thinking inside of my head is.a chaos
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It's four am here's a lil poem about a selkie.
Rageborn spittle.
Slobber from the jowls of a hound. It turns white. Drools forth with the taste of last night’s dinner as it drags over craggy shore.
Jaw stretched full, it snarls. Displeased that it cannot swallow the beach whole.
Soft speckled flipper. Newborn pup.
She opens her eyes and stars blanket black pools. Above her there is movement. Vibrant, lyrical whisper.
With her first breath, her lungs inflate with sky and song.
Mother wolf’s body is vast, her fur is endless and alive. There are others here. She can feel them in her mouth.
Sisters. She thinks. Sleeping, dancing, biting, eating. She is never to be alone.
The stars are a part of her now and she rolls in the surf, chubby body adrift in soft foam.
The tide tells her of her name. It tells who she will be. Against the swell of mother’s breast, the pup’s first thought is that of acceptance.
One day, she hopes her body will be just as endless. She hopes to swallow the sky just as mother swallows the earth.
The pup’s tongue drags over her teeth and they are strong and sharp.
What a gift it is to be given a tongue.
Slithery wicked tongue.
Forms words. Forms body. Nested in thick hide she is free to speak all curses that are now known to her.
Thick eyelashes fall upon rounded cheeks and fingers skim through ragged hair. The wind rips through her body and its curses are met with bubbling laughter.
Such anger! Such wisdom! Words beyond any definition. Words older than mother sea and sister sky.
Extending her fingers, biting cold fills her veins. Kiss full of promise, it speaks honesty into her bones.
One day she’ll meet something that wants to steal her body just as she wants to steal the sky.
That's okay, she thinks. You aren’t meant to keep your body.
Wind is an old woman, and she has no body. Mother sea is a wolf and she is bodiless just as she is endless.
Come, the pup speaks to the horizon.
Come now and see me and see what you will rip from my flesh.
Will you eat me? She wonders.
You will not be able to swallow.
It will settle cold in your gullet. She will bleed only stars.
Perhaps you will only look. Afraid of fatty tissue and blubber that sticks to your teeth.
Perhaps you will touch.
Soft flipper. Speckled hide. Thick eyelashes curtain hearth warmed cheek.
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