9 Aug 2026, 00:09 UTC90 views8 reactionsread 12 August 2026 The ironmonger bought her
body for scrap,
melting down the golden
cages of our speech.
Now the sun is an engine of hydrogen and glare,
the sea is five hundred trillion gallons of brine,
and the dark is just an absence of photons.
We trade in the flat currency of the literal,
staring at the dead birds of our adjectives.
When I tell you I am drowning, you offer me a buoy;
when I say the wind is crying, you check the gl…
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27 Jul 2026, 18:15 UTC265 views14 reactionsread 12 August 2026 "I am entirely at your disposal tonight, though it is only fair to warn you that my intentions are beautifully wicked.
Probably a gentleman would leave you to your peace, but a true connoisseur of beauty knows when to break the rules flawlessly, and you, my dear, are a perfect justification for every exquisite mistake I am about to make.
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25 Jun 2026, 18:58 UTC447 views11 reactionsread 12 August 2026 We often suffer under a psychic tyranny, acting as the sycophant to our own doubts while executing our own ambitions.
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21 Jun 2026, 03:26 UTC515 views14 reactionsread 12 August 2026 How remarkable—those who taught me pain now complain about the noise of my suffering.
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14 May 2026, 22:21 UTC748 views17 reactionsread 12 August 2026 The moon is a pale cyst on the belly of the night.
It leaks a yellow ichor onto the hemlock.
I am rock-cradling a jar of dead hornets.
They are the only things that understand my friction.
You spoke with the cadence of a butcher’s saw.
So I turned my veins into a network of lead pipes.
Nothing moves inside me now but heavy water.
And the slow, cold settlement of rust.
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7 Apr 2026, 14:16 UTC942 views12 reactionsread 12 August 2026 What is called intimacy
is merely proximity given a metaphysical alibi.
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20 Mar 2026, 17:45 UTC≈3,340 views19 reactionsread 12 August 2026 There is a peculiar cruelty in my nature
to long for your closeness,
yet feel an equal compulsion to preserve my solitude.
I fear that if I let you in entirely,
you will either ruin me…
or worse, see me as I am.
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15 Mar 2026, 19:43 UTC≈1,110 views21 reactionsread 12 August 2026 They fed her exile like it was mercy.
She chewed it slowly,
then planted the seeds in silence.
Years later,
they found gardens
where deserts had sworn
nothing could grow.
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9 Feb 2026, 19:50 UTC≈1,240 views19 reactionsread 12 August 2026 Sometimes the bravest confession is not stay—
it is the heresy of go.
Because I know the tabernacle of your heart deserves hymns,
and all I own are charred paeans—
verses chewed by old betrayals.
I would rather become your necessary tragedy
than the man who keeps you starving
on the crumbs of a love I cannot fully resurrect.
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24 Jan 2026, 11:20 UTC≈1,220 views12 reactionsread 12 August 2026 I loved knowing the cost in advance.
This was not bravery, but accuracy.
To choose what ends is still a choice,
And meaning, if honest,
Always includes its vanishing.
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22 Jan 2026, 02:45 UTC≈1,190 views20 reactionsread 12 August 2026 Let others scramble for passion. I will walk at my own pace, knowing that dignity is sweeter than desperation.
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6 Jan 2026, 15:43 UTC≈1,330 views23 reactionsread 12 August 2026 is it me, or the world?
why do i detach
from warmth like it’s a trap?
i chase intimacy
but recoil the second it tastes real.
maybe i’m allergic
to being held,
or maybe i just can’t trust
that love doesn’t suffocate!!
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