its like a cheeseburger iwth nothing on it and no bun or cheese or container

drinking tree sap remaster

This idea inside you
It is viral
Anti-vital

It slowly suffocates you
Like a python

Well, what's next 
Mademoiselle X?
It's a part of you
Your own supply 
You say no need to spare
Food for thought or body

A little red bag
Your yellow raincoat
Pockets full of heavy grey slag
It is your curse in dark water
It will always come back
No matter how much you want it
Please swim between the flags

Drawn to it
Fawn to it
Drowned by it
Until you've integrated 
Or resigned

Those Parts
Inside you
They talk too much

But they sweat off Cotard's summer
As we meld into one

A little red bag
Your little red bag
A yellow raincoat and
Pockets full of heavy grey slag
And your little red bag

Cotard's Summer

Danish book

SmotheredMate#16

a language of mist and wounds

the sky doesn’t open
it bruises.

i speak in breath,
not voice.

fog slips through
the ribs of trees,
and something in me
loosens.

a cut
learns to whisper
before it scabs.

nothing screams here,
only lingers.

the quiet
knows my name.

distorted diary present: a language of mist and wounds w/ untitled_i

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Cotard's Summer

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