] smiled enigmatically and tore a wing [

tattered white feathers complicity-rosetted, red clotting to rust

askin with glimmering flies, rotmired, endless wings like unfused labradorite

First moth of the season 🖤

blue-veined wrist forked and forking, opened beneath starve-white in seven lines— pinion-stretched from, to, clotless coeur to fathom,

Hey y'all, as you know, I am now unemployed. A few people have reached out to offer me some money to ease my financial anxiety, but the thing is, I still have a decent amount of runway. My friend below however does not and needs $750 by end of month. So I wanted to redirect ppl to her.

assorted sun/blue mercury

Snow drops by the springs Made a fountain of dew drops To parch iron earth

burnished-autumn falls among desolate chalk hills glowing with spring's touch

yellow-bracketed [lacunae] [silent] as indigo and stibnite as pale [wordless] blood-black skin

rangy-limbed corpse caresses the night sky, clotted fingertips

(streaming with halo, coruscating with whispers— need thicker than blood)

roseblood black

pounded white dawn-coagulations trace my tongues, rosin-sweet, where His exhalations drip gilding ̶r̶o̶s̶y̶-̶l̶i̶m̶b̶e̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶t̶h̶,̶ ̶ ̶h̶a̶d̶ ̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶t̶e̶a̶c̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶t̶a̶s̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶b̶r̶e̶a̶t̶h̶,̶ at evening, teeth in hollow bones, soft triumph in her lidded eyes, our double portion of rosewater spilled over pale, thin grains (on grey)

wet-limning, among strewn idols soft mathematics to fold indigo-grime, liquid ivory blossoming in clot-dawn blood-glaze. slitting, vermeil-petaled, reverie-constellation in irregular red lines, milk-beaded, smudging jute and sheer gauze over limbs

your light-painted wings split the space between the trees like moon-saliva

all after bisected texts, lubricated against curves of slick, flooding, newly braced— green gravity speaks; touch on interstitial vial, salt-veiled noontide blue; leaning paint, raw, vital: crystal against you; the institution-thin slab cradles bled film: traces via skins, wafer sphere on steel

salt-thin wafer traces blue touch on crystal, leaning curves against green institutional paint lubricated sphere slick on new-bled skins speaks gravity; you bisected, interstitially braced film-veiled, steel slab cradles vial after vial of vital texts, flooding raw against the noontide

irregularly scheduled reminder that I am emphatically not a zionist and do not tolerate islamophobia

dead wing, lapped in spiral-threaded (smoke latex, slick warm scent,) and you trail vestments, shrouding— in scorched nitrides and trailing kohl-linen, glass in vermeil touches the edge, where drool in lacquer trails over features

fingers, nicotine and soot-black gun oil cunt, blood from forgetfulness, cave water, bioluminescence feathers, grey as pissed-in ashes the next morning teeth, crusted in dripping starlime throat, grasping. tongue-filled. powdery death-pallor. moon dust. guts, aflame, persecuting, whole-torn

a sallow milkskin veiling my black iron body while soft red smoke sears my slits and I piss on the rocks beneath me would fix me

the choicest of cuts skewer-impaled, over coals; obstinately raw

not sure it's worth finding a flame that can reliably sear angelmeat of course I could use Certain Aromatic Twigs, but I can't digest their ash

orange haze on alabaster coalesces, grazing dead salt-grasses spring thick blood— staining my dress blue with narrow-spaced cuts knees in prairie-ash, teeth locked on the gate chain roots dangling, screaming, silver-strung pearls from hot, unspilling salt vents

Small joys in a fkd up world: Misty by the sea this aft. I love a soft misty day.

euhedral facet— unbothered by dangling bonds, tesselation beads.

Art train! Thank you Carson! Tagging: @logandria.bsky.social @serenamalyon.bsky.social @iriscompiet.art @perihn.bsky.social @paintkatt.bsky.social And some of my work...

getting grafted with the boys tonight babe don't wait up

beak darts, finds silver; waters’ skygrey clarity briefly bloodclouded

slowdecognizance tiny nothings wrapped up like jewels in copper

yulan

sea-ache wrapping through gutters; wound-tight synthetics clicking sheet slides stained, brine-framed, lense beneath flax cull

toes soft on the edge tangled in aura's flexing for we, too, are naught

petals flee thornstem; pretty justifications, naught but a bared sword

Maybe the crows prefer not to be tamed? Or might they be trying to teach you to fly?

flyspecked flesh folding fallow filth into honeyed sanctity; vomitmilk, pigeonsplayed, crumbles in open mouth

"can I see some of your recent poetry?" the bird hands over a piece of paper with drool on it, looking pleased with itself

terrible yearning, like the spread wings of roadkill long for altitude

swear I'm getting more and more brainless as time goes on

hello

glimlined hooks, sun-set softwounded silver slick red on black-fingered night

and/or wings 🦇

oh yay we can have not-insignificant dysphoria as a treat

if you really want to get that special someone's attention this spring

I'm a 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘳

northern shrike, butcher bird

spilled toner on silk, slowcarving slick curves with dust under knapped-flint sky

person named Mel but it's short for "the spice melange from Dune"

Language pulls you along. Expends itself through you. When it leaves, it's like you swam through oil. Others may read from your kaleidoscopic excretions as you have read from theirs. I wish I could shut up.