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Mottephobiamy heart is a secret I keep with myselfMottephobia by MissPerceived
a joke I can laugh at with nobody else
the flap of a wing in a
falling card house
another left turn from a quivering mouth
you searched like you meant it
you wanted to find it
and crush it
or cradle it in your clumsy
“a fly-swatter’s just a fan
if you look at it
and I thought I believed you.
I patched myself up after every day’s
when you went off in search of more
stony smile on my lips and a pin
in my thumb
a taste of the unpleasant everything
the ripple of cloth and the dream of disdain
the pseudo-feathers there inside once
I held my hand there for a moment so
they could not fly away
you’re afraid of moths
but you could never know how they loved you
by every name.
These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red... by WordOfChen
These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,
I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...
As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,
I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.
Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,
Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.
From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,
Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 2013
|Greetings, Earthlings. I am made up of mostly up and down quarks, but I am charmed to meet you. If you don't understand the joke, all you need to know is that I'm a little bit strange.|