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viscerasister · 27 days

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poem for my sibling

red and blue all the way to the shore .

cathedral spires all the way home .

i hope i don't remind you of a worse

time . every thing i say rattles

in my head

but i still hold love for you my sister .

it is easy to feel this way

very un profound .

and i pray you got what you wanted

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viscerasister · 1 month

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I don't understand your poems, but I like them a lot. I hope you hold them close.

thank you friend !! <3 :)

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i don't really understand what I'm reading when I see one of your poems in a way I can properly express with words but they're very pretty

awh thank you very much !! <3 most all of my work is very personal, hehehe but i love seeing what strangers can glean from it !! im so glad i could make you feel some sort of thing, it means a lot that you enjoy my words :)

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viscerasister · 1 month

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poem for guilt .

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viscerasister · 1 month

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poem for innocence .

stupid old fuck .

raw meat in . my hands like putty

no humility to spare for young cunt . busy wondering where her owner is

i pressed the man's teeth onto a curb

my boot held over his head.

a fitting guillotine .

rose petals for my chicago

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viscerasister · 1 month

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poem for distance

it found its way back to me as it infrequently did .

held no remorse for my absence, but i didnt mind. my stomach split down the

middle.

you talk like you've. never tasted blood before

okay .

and she got lost in its porcelain hallways again.

a means to an end, a friend , a vessel .

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viscerasister · 1 month

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poem for some one i hope is doing okay .

and all my life ive let things fall out of my head . not man enough to show my face in a room of people only

wondering why i did it.

feigning self important , grin and bear it type of boy . why does she play so innocent ? are you naïve or do you have

some thing to gain ?

i cant regret a thing ,

because i only care about my self .

amen

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viscerasister · 1 month

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poem for someone who held me once . (part 3)

in retrospect it was not very romantic, was it .

she touched me like she meant it

i did .

against her chest , somewhere i didnt belong felt like all i had ever known

i'm disgusting

sunk into the forest floor again

again .

she looked at me with soft eyes

my lungs are full of dirt . i'm spilling

a habit of self dissection kept me transparent. i think id give my flowers to any

pair of glasses who. could tell me apart from myself

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viscerasister · 1 month

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poem for someone who held me once .

in a complacent south carolina home i laid,

not long after spilling my head in the woods somewhere between here. and a nearby lake i laid

dumb shiny girl , she cant have everything

i can pick you up , i have a car and

you can fuck me if you want to .

i dont know.

she had a type, already another cute blonde tranny acceptable in the eyes of. thin lipped

suburban mothers saying

he seems nice but he dresses kind of funny . she was like me but clean

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viscerasister · 1 month

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poem for someone i dont remember

i could melt forever

meat sloughs off mine brittle frame

a chandelier nestled in porcelain

bosom

dewy flesh, wasted momentum

a somber fuck

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viscerasister · 1 month

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poem for to heal

and in the sun i felt pure.

the firmament was carefree,

the seraphim, gentle.

though, not a thing was still.

the earth, churning slowly beneath my feet.

her ribs expanding, contracting.

and in the sun i felt ageless.

o' joy of inhibition, lest you drag me back

to that place.

and in my chest i felt fragile.

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viscerasister · 1 month

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poem for my self

Back then i was a piece of work. some sneaky transsexual biting at the pant leg of

any strong faced dyke who gave me a glance in passing.

i didnt mind the pleasantries

what the heart wanted before the medications sapped from me any remnants

of a boy who was looking for her next

kill

was only to be dissected .

i dont want closure , i want viscera

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viscerasister · 1 month

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poem for someone i didnt know very well , and probably will never meet .

and it was far away

i found infatuation with that. tall corpse like body, wound like brittle tree limbs its.

ribs practically collapsing on itself

never showed its face, but barely behind an old digital camera it stood. in cold light like that i find in winter mornings often this daily suicide

pale and deformed i wanted it to break me open

i dont think i had ever seen a thing like that

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