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i am so focused on saying the right thing-- carefully crafted words & carefully bandaged wounds, you know that some things will never leave-- the bloodlust ((the carnage()carnations) & what ...

10.11.26 the trees are burning in the vermont mountains; you are well aware i asked to be buried there, so it only makes sense that that i linger here. my ...

10.9.26 (2) i have lost my edge\this once blooming flower is all but wilted\return himself to the soil\learn to grow into something beautiful\ and forget when the leaves dry\you are ...

10.9.26 in this endless consumption; i find myself running (running?) from what could only be described as some sort of past self (?pastself) the line blurs, and i find myself ...

10.8.26 you know who i am -- tell me, in the last life-- was i gracious? under the spring foliage, in fleeting light from the canopies-- did i free myself ...

10.7.26 let me return; to only appear in whispered phrase & candlelit forests. i have yearned for you; far too long to remember my name, or to differentiate hand from ...

only an oration, spoken, yet not seen; this wax may cement me into this moment-- i will not scream as my skin rips from the flesh. [napoweek 2026]

week 12 - 16 lines to linger in the air like heavy perfume when i am gone, do not forget to water the flowers. they mustn't wilt -- their beauty ...

week 11 - 15 lines seoul, south korea, 01:00 i can feel myself drifting-- no, flying-- further and further from my roots, & from her. to be introspective, i am ...

week 10 - 20 lines to be titular i am reiterative, wretched & monotonous, a creature of habit, deranged & defiled, never to see the light or to be graced ...

week 9 - 26 lines profess your love, if only in vain i am so scared that i was never meant to love, that these hands are meant for killing ...

week 8 - 36 lines i am made only of sin i am putrid, do not touch me. all these hands are good for is destruction-- & this tongue for ...

week 7 - 27 lines defiled derobe me-- you know that i am disgusting & vile. that under this veil, all that remains is rot & maggots & your handprints ...

ah i swore i responded!! i will finish my posts i swear i'm so sorry

birds gather grass clippings; praying they do not erode in brutal winter.