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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: I have shared land and sky with you. I have tasted blood and honey. My witch-oil turned to dragon-fire at your touch… ? Soft fingers laid asleep until your turmoil woke them for so long…. ? It feels like getting drunk on old reddish wine long softened during times… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: I waited at the back of his throat— waited to hear him confess my name so I could come out from behind his teeth, and defend my claim over him. Illusory love o’ mine kept me cleaving to the bitter of his tongue; for all of her disdain he… Read more
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Originally posted on samantha lucero: i was in a dirt hole or clasped on a napping road-trip road. palpitating thru the lines or bones on the ground, or underneath. i found her heart in a rat pile flapping like loose mother-skin grieving with the last milk oval on the whelps tongue. are above me, like… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Image and writing By Aakriti Kuntal If I must now, now that the whole sky is molten carcasses of marigolds and water lilies I’d do it I’d open my mouth wide and scream Then you couldn’t deny it even if you wanted to My body of cerulean flakes As… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Miss Lion, Miss Lion! I have a question. Miss Lion, Miss Lion! I have the answer. The boys raise their hands and hope to be called on. Miss Lion, however, has something else in mind. She’s trying to decide which boy to suck off. Standardized testing creates a… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: a city map is sewn in the scalp; +++looped in the goat-milk, or spit out, tongued in silky blades of stomped +++down grass. i’m crowned with high-pitched fingers +++clenched in fur. in octaves only shades can bear, i simmer +++in their holy cradles. i become the roughened corner of… Read more
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Originally posted on jimmi campkin: Walking through the graveyard in shoes that don’t fit me properly, looking at the stones leaning here and there…. some face down and others scarred by weather and youths. I cannot help feeling anxious. Everything is the same – old church, young trees, dead mothers and fathers. I got my… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: we’re not humans without h e a r t s but hearts without bodies, being fed to strange birds with s t r a n g e r heartbeats- that nibble on our veins, and pluck at our skins until their beaks bleed, and they h a n g… Read more
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