my orpheus

by noridori

Published October 14, 2026

12+

In poetry

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You do not become part of the Void. Perhaps there is one, but you’re not a part of it. No, you are nothing anymore.

Maybe your body will continue, for some ultimately insignificant amount of time, smaller than a fraction of the lifetime of the universe. The coffins protract it. They will put you in a box, and the box in the ground. But though the footmarks of you are sealed inside, bacteria will find its way in, and eat the flesh. And then worms, and other bugs, and before you know it… you are again what you once were. 

Your body is soil. Consumed and processed and changed, until no trace of you remains. And then, only then, can it rest. 

Your mind scatters and flies away, like fireflies released from a jar. If someone was there to watch, they might see them sinking into the sticky darkness, fading. Until, after just a moment, the light cannot travel all the way to their eyes anymore, because the distance has just grown too wide. 

And then… who’s to say if they’re still out there?

Your soul, whatever soft, fickle thing it’s made of, evaporates. Perhaps it becomes some sort of energy, or magnetism, or other mystery. Maybe another melody to be carried on the wind but never heard.

But you? No, you… you cease to exist. And, once again, it will be as though you never were.

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RedRidingBoots wrote a review Review · Oct 17

You do not become part of the Void.


Oooo, start strong! I like it!

Maybe your body will continue, for some ultimately insignificant amount of time, smaller than a fraction of the lifetime of the universe.


Im loving the symbolism of how small and insignificant our lives are compared to the ever-expanding universe.

Bacteria will find their way in, and eat the flesh. And then worms, and other bugs, and before you know it… you are again what you once were.


Im enjoying this more and more with every line! Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust.

And then… who’s to say if they’re still out there?

Your soul, whatever soft, fickle thing it’s made of, evaporates. Perhaps it becomes some sort of energy, or magnetism, or other mystery.


Gorgeous way to question what happens after death!

But you? No, you… you cease to exist. And, once again, it will be as though you never were.


This is such a beautiful and haunting way to end this! I thoroughly enjoyed reading this.

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drakonarukami wrote a review Review · Oct 16

Even though, I am new here, let me be your first reviewer, noridori.

I loved the concept of this. I think it is very spiritual and weird (in a good way) much like your other poems that I've read. You seem to have a knack for strange and almost macabre poetry/storytelling. It is vague, nonsensical, and almost psychedelic in a way. I don't really have much to say in terms of what I didn't like as what I felt didn't work ultimately made it applying to me.

This was a very well-written and interesting read. 10/10

noridori replied · Oct 16

thank you so so much! and welcome to yws, it's an honor to have you here :D

Thank you for the greeting :)



she slept with wolves without fear, for the wolves knew there was a lion among them.
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