cordialtiger

[cordialtiger]

I was here before, when you replaced your eyes with cameras.

I was here before, when you cut off your arms for metal.

I was here when you designed your children to have golden skulls.

I was here when you fell into darkness. I was here for the last light to be turned out. When you forgot.

I watched you build yourselves from amoeba, single celled slimes that crawled onto poisoned earth.

I watched you kneel and then stand and then run.

Now you have come to find me. To find what I remember. I won't tell you.

You'll only forget again.

Humanity has regressed back to the dark ages, almost all science and technology being forgotten. One day, an adventuring party discovers you, the last A.I. supercomputer.

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[cordialtiger]

It always hurts. That first cut has to be deep enough to go through skin and muscle.

I bit my lip as the knife sliced, almost whimpering from the pain. I found it intolerable at but I couldn't stop.

Barley wasn't moving anymore. I stared down at him. The white of his fur. The dark of his black button nose.

A cougar had gone for my house of undead chickens, decapitating Little Rufus and severely ruffling Lady Gatling's molted feathers. Barley had gone right for the big cat.

"Outweighed you by a hundred pounds you dumb dog," I muttered, twisting my arm over his open maw.

Blood dripped down, slow at first and then a river of it.

Barley's eyes opened, they turned all black, every inch of them. Tentacles exploded from his open mouth as he latched on to my arm, drinking to heal.

After a minute of the constant sucking, his tentacles retreated. He curled up next to my legs, licking the wound until it closed.

"Next time let the cat have the daft things. I can always make more," I said, leaning back in exhaustion.

Barley huffed, nuzzling my hand.

"Yeah yeah. You're the only one who gets to chase them I suppose. Glad you lived buddy."

You always wanted to be a Healer. Unfortunately, your dad was an Necromancer and your mother a Demon Summoner. So your healing was a bit… unconventional to say the least.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #prompted

[cordialtiger]

stay for the credits

i am seizure patient #2 listed with no other name after several better boys than i tick my head against metal asylum bedframe

painted as the insane must be painted pale stretched skin akin to soft vegan treated leather candice keeps applying lipstick once i bite it off

must be a camera somewhere eyes multifaceted spider things buried in the walls one mounted on ceiling tile cracked to form jagged black tears some great beast has clawed through

film stops we all moan in our beds relieved of pretension of pain some scream quietly inside cavern mouths pointing towards chests easier than heart surgery

i sit up cold envious of the girl who gets to wear the straightjacket puff coat her skin a desert underneath rough brown foundation

i used to be a corpse, she says slept in morgues and pavements died from violence and disease and once voluntary amputation it’s a fetish not a lifestyle i drew the line at cannibals

#poetry #poem #poets on tumblr

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the wolf woman of belle lane

did they ever notice how dull those bite scars are?

she has been caged for fifteen years slamming her head on silver bars every Tuesday schoolchildren visit throwing soft potatoes at her head most miss their mark bouncing back at fat cheeked kinder

she has grown claws her long nails sharpened at the whetstone of concrete floor her keepers are quite disappointed when she doesn't transform anymore

no muzzle is grown her hair drifts into rats nests no further she forgets what speech is like growling gutter insults responding only with rage

they never asked why she'd killed him women were wolves savage and fierce what is reason to a wolf?

they never asked why his throat had such dull bites how her sharp wolf teeth hadn't torn or ripped flesh

she would have said he tasted of arsenic bitter rancid skin she'd have eaten him if only he'd stopped screaming

#poetry #wolf women

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Lucretia

it starts with her dying

and I can't remember the wrinkles she had

or what her real hair color was under the bleach

only her flesh on the cold slab

before she was a mother she must have been a person

younger than I am now

watching blackboards for dreams

she must have

never told anyone what they were

she probably have pictures of her chubby cheeked baby body

wrapped in white lace

before she knew what religion was

she never went back only when she needed something

I know she hated her name

maybe she was born hating it

maybe it marked her for unhappiness in the womb

her fetus brow scrunching in disgust

must I walk through life with this

big bold complication

maybe she never had a chance

#poetry prompt #tragedy in reverse

[cordialtiger]

WHM

the aunties never tell you women turn into paper cranes six-folded at our elbow, seven at our knees a kaledeisope MAD magazine cover featuring historical women who weld we can't unfold our faces, we end up in two places figuring time is cylindrical

and we focus on maintenence deep breaths form our own crane wings feat and beak spreading metal dust with our paper wings telling them all it's safe to breathe deep

we lose bets with each other over worse dystopias landfills for each of us better than gavel to gavel maybe burn pits are better for letter quality pulp not even if we compost ourselves

and the roots of all the trees that birthed us are still there pulled out with scaricity during one month celebrated with festive funeral photos sepia toned, so you know it was all yesterday

#poetry #poem #accidental feminism

[cordialtiger]

sinister oboes

you ever notice how sinister oboes are no one has ever heard an oboe solo wafting through an apartment floor balcony and longed for tuscany or that small town in Italy where crazed sculptors created a large pink rabbit

#poetry #poem #giant pink rabbit

[cordialtiger]

back at the pier

it's raining in California and I think it must rain all the time all that sunshine is a lie suntanned women sell on television shows must be discounted plane tickets creating cloud coverage that beachside vacation tax for sun or sand get the Groupon you regret it after

two for four seems more complicated during

I can't wear a bathing suit mine has stripes in all the wrong places too many stars in the shape of lumpy bodies mine stays in my closet maybe made in the twenties when only one piece was necessary less than atomic bombs hey that story sells well in France

underwater I can remember my favorite poet had only one name she sometimes wrote semi-incestuous verse involving spiked dog collars we're gonna ride back tomorrow splashing water under the tires around curves subsisting on road rage from drivers angry at donuts nobody wears seat belts so we can all die faster still better than a needle

#poetry #poem #it always rains in california

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tsa blues

on sundays an elephant crushes me we swap bodies, mine becomes so heavy my ankles sag from the weight I gain backpacks strapped to my back projector screen worry anxiety they might be full of rocks even I never checked too busy to unzip, unpack left that baggage claim tag on too long it would be odd to notice it now

#poetry #poem #steve the elephant

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kitchen

show me the moon's belly the bottom of her white skirt crescent stretch marks yellow light firefly drive in movie

#poetry #poem

[cordialtiger]

losing my religion

if my body were a prayer it would pray for a church wedding with a man who resembles my father so this time he wouldn't run away

I'd be attracted to boys and want kids two point five and a house with a fish tank full of useless beta fish

and when I hated the kids they'd drown themselves in my in ground pool after I'd pretend to wail on television maybe Fox news because white women are always measured in tragic theater

my body would pray for augmentation not robot hands or cyborg eyes but perfect tits less thigh and more hip back that ass up

when it is too tired of prayer it will try witchcraft sacrifice and scarification all meaning for meaning searching without instead of within

#poetry #poem #religion registration

[cordialtiger]

medusa

my bellyful of anxiety snakes wants to eat me I've almost decided to let them fang through belly fat organs maybe they come out less hungry toddlers blown up on sugar ready to sleep on plastic wrapped mats

#poetry #poem #anxiety

[cordialtiger]

the longest crescent

I drove my sister to Texas to stop her stomach from expanding her doctor (sympathy expression/ we. care) says oh you must stop the heart before they die die die in your womb drive drive drive over to Houston

longest drive you know over that crescent bridge linear ain't it maybe we stopped in Lafayette (what direction is that anyway)

clusterfuck timeline online now go back find an ER (waiting) for this dead baby joke to land she cries on the way home tries to be funny and brave (er.)or simultaneously too poor to stay the night in a hotel not enough insurance to apply full forced birth practices in any other state but our own

#poetry #poem #forced birth

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I bought a house with mirrors on the ceiling so I could watch myself sleep

#first sentence

[cordialtiger]

clay

gaze is a pressurus thing eyes perform as sandpaper sometimes as ice me without my armor left my suit at home never enough room in the trunk for it

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cold breath

unlike a vintage map I have no straight lines roadways bump ouroboros buffet behind I leave my trailblazing creek rushing beneath this odd-stoned shower skylight above makes me remember how bright the moon is and the light switches no longer offer me electro-shock therapy I can't stop flinching

#poetry #poems about alaska #i missed trees

[cordialtiger]

flute solos

rib bones play sad songs humbly

#a couple #there #poetry