Submissions by _shadoe_ (yiyi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i'm telling Lolth
he, the aether ~ {vi}
iv]
the sounds ov us are decoupag'd, press'd between the walls
like last winter's azaleas
i often summon from the scrapbook ov my
pentagram'd cunt
from the back ov my eyes where we lie dirty & graffiti'd,
the back alley ov love stories; perfum'd with piss & red wine
spilling from my navel
[iii]
too long chas'e, hound'd thru the count ov threads
my arse decor'd by vintage stamps. i have paid your postage
in fitt'd she's, the fingers ov my madness digress
carve anew path, fold...
the sounds ov us are decoupag'd, press'd between the walls
like last winter's azaleas
i often summon from the scrapbook ov my
pentagram'd cunt
from the back ov my eyes where we lie dirty & graffiti'd,
the back alley ov love stories; perfum'd with piss & red wine
spilling from my navel
[iii]
too long chas'e, hound'd thru the count ov threads
my arse decor'd by vintage stamps. i have paid your postage
in fitt'd she's, the fingers ov my madness digress
carve anew path, fold...
#confessional
864 reads
just testing my pen
iii}
press'd twixt cheek & tongue, two syllables
hammer'd into soft tissue
an orchid-sweet confession ov bone [&] sinew
rasping pores, the glide ov saline pearls
in the slivers where light pools & is swallow'd as hills fall
surge in angst
collapse as spun glass paroxysms
{ii}
the violent storm ov pupil inhaling iris_ devouring lash & skin
unbuttoning ribs
until my faberge heart shatters, needles my insides
your fingertips
that breathless space between my nothingness
& the warmth ov...
press'd twixt cheek & tongue, two syllables
hammer'd into soft tissue
an orchid-sweet confession ov bone [&] sinew
rasping pores, the glide ov saline pearls
in the slivers where light pools & is swallow'd as hills fall
surge in angst
collapse as spun glass paroxysms
{ii}
the violent storm ov pupil inhaling iris_ devouring lash & skin
unbuttoning ribs
until my faberge heart shatters, needles my insides
your fingertips
that breathless space between my nothingness
& the warmth ov...
#confessional
800 reads
stain'd glass city iii
iii}
every red from 100 to oh shit
somewhere where the land is flat & dead
fire ripe
& scatter'd limbs, accusatory fingertip missiles point east;
eyes up
mouth downturn'd
a private storm in skulls crack'd like sun-warm asphalt: -
tinder
husks ov uproot'd saplings
wrapp'd in the white arms ov polyester vampires
sponging the sidewalk with shread'd tongues to stall the wilt
{ii}
belch'd from the snarling beast, fed to bursting with eucalyptus & iron
& the...
every red from 100 to oh shit
somewhere where the land is flat & dead
fire ripe
& scatter'd limbs, accusatory fingertip missiles point east;
eyes up
mouth downturn'd
a private storm in skulls crack'd like sun-warm asphalt: -
tinder
husks ov uproot'd saplings
wrapp'd in the white arms ov polyester vampires
sponging the sidewalk with shread'd tongues to stall the wilt
{ii}
belch'd from the snarling beast, fed to bursting with eucalyptus & iron
& the...
#dark
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duet ii ~ into my loneliness comes iv
iii]
{//dear butcher: i brought a doll to a knife fight... you were beautiful in the half-light... that straight razor sharp in your throat... i swallow//}
there was so much i want'd to say in the aftermath, tho i've been told_
what does it matter..
... i want'd to eat the chords pressing against your skin,
d'vour notes pouring from your tongue
as tho your mix'd signals were permission
to confess it's you i lure up the staircase each morning
like a veil'd siren.
first door to your left.
[ii] ...
{//dear butcher: i brought a doll to a knife fight... you were beautiful in the half-light... that straight razor sharp in your throat... i swallow//}
there was so much i want'd to say in the aftermath, tho i've been told_
what does it matter..
... i want'd to eat the chords pressing against your skin,
d'vour notes pouring from your tongue
as tho your mix'd signals were permission
to confess it's you i lure up the staircase each morning
like a veil'd siren.
first door to your left.
[ii] ...
#confessional
730 reads
he, the aether iv
dear you,
i am writing from that juxtaposition, damnit.
wholly unhinged with the nails torn from my wrists,
more than two sheets to the gale
{&} fluttering still like my pale roots pinch'd between
your cruor stained fingers.
mayhap you'd noticed if you looked away
from the flames.
i am loose inside my skin, goddamn you,
a speck ov dust, a drift in the scattered beams gnawing thru the blinds.
think i might... maybe... hate you...
just a little.
//
{iii}
i lay crucified with you, in the...
i am writing from that juxtaposition, damnit.
wholly unhinged with the nails torn from my wrists,
more than two sheets to the gale
{&} fluttering still like my pale roots pinch'd between
your cruor stained fingers.
mayhap you'd noticed if you looked away
from the flames.
i am loose inside my skin, goddamn you,
a speck ov dust, a drift in the scattered beams gnawing thru the blinds.
think i might... maybe... hate you...
just a little.
//
{iii}
i lay crucified with you, in the...
#confessional
#BDSM
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Into my loneliness comes— {i}
iv}
i wrest with the bones ov you, skeins ov half-form'd skin
purl'd into the veins ov notebook sheets
a vain attempt to tattoo you
even temporarily into the annals ov my mistakes
{iii}
slivers ov geen glass; shatter'd petals kissing the vacuum ov your iris
obscur'd _ a swan dive into
the monochrome swallow
{how wonderfully, singularly l.o.s.t
i am
so(lo)st}
{ii}
thru the delicious howl
serrated edges learning the inside ov my throat
{i breathe around you}
lodg'd in highs & lows ...
i wrest with the bones ov you, skeins ov half-form'd skin
purl'd into the veins ov notebook sheets
a vain attempt to tattoo you
even temporarily into the annals ov my mistakes
{iii}
slivers ov geen glass; shatter'd petals kissing the vacuum ov your iris
obscur'd _ a swan dive into
the monochrome swallow
{how wonderfully, singularly l.o.s.t
i am
so(lo)st}
{ii}
thru the delicious howl
serrated edges learning the inside ov my throat
{i breathe around you}
lodg'd in highs & lows ...
#confessional
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werbepause xviii ~ [blood consciousness iii]
iiii]
a stain spread between cotton wildflowers,
i couldn't tell where it began and I ended, just that it was as unending
as the growing pains forcing my hips apart
& for a small eternity, i stared into my own eyes, saw my
little girl bones reflected there
& sobbed.
[ii]
there is a beauty mark on the inside of my thigh,
a smudge on my psyché
a starting point from which he would erase the crime scene
between my legs
before creating another
[i]
her eye roll'd...
a stain spread between cotton wildflowers,
i couldn't tell where it began and I ended, just that it was as unending
as the growing pains forcing my hips apart
& for a small eternity, i stared into my own eyes, saw my
little girl bones reflected there
& sobbed.
[ii]
there is a beauty mark on the inside of my thigh,
a smudge on my psyché
a starting point from which he would erase the crime scene
between my legs
before creating another
[i]
her eye roll'd...
#dark
#confessional
784 reads
apadravya worship [xiv] ~ //wild rosé [viiii]//
&} she sat astride the scarlet beast, her tongue pierc'd with profane prayer, a mouthful ov blasphemy to praise ten crowns
{revelation 17:3
the gospel according to yiyi}
prostrate
before the cathedra
ov slender bones;
pale corpse
{a benediction}
in the slide ov
stigmata'd p(s)alms
over
the codex ov your ribs ~
... peaceful paranoia
glances
the pages ov spine,
the holy book ov s(k)in
peel'd & consum'd as
wafer-thin slivers
ov...
{revelation 17:3
the gospel according to yiyi}
prostrate
before the cathedra
ov slender bones;
pale corpse
{a benediction}
in the slide ov
stigmata'd p(s)alms
over
the codex ov your ribs ~
... peaceful paranoia
glances
the pages ov spine,
the holy book ov s(k)in
peel'd & consum'd as
wafer-thin slivers
ov...
#erotic
#confessional
856 reads
f**k the disillusion'd ~ {for my sister in crime, crimsin}
chiaroscuro woman ~
ov pastel chalk {&} charcoal,
subtle lines & razor angles
an echo ov the dichotomy
that lives in my track marks;
she is a beautiful sickness
a fever'd consuming_
lustful hangovers,
2am texts
from vodka soak'd fingers
{a scream ov vulnerability
wrench'd from bravado}
allowing us to drink
nak'd truths from her lap ~
... mistress ov decadence,
daisy chain'd flower child
wearing
the tattoo'd skin ov night
& midmorning light
in the valley ov her breasts...
ov pastel chalk {&} charcoal,
subtle lines & razor angles
an echo ov the dichotomy
that lives in my track marks;
she is a beautiful sickness
a fever'd consuming_
lustful hangovers,
2am texts
from vodka soak'd fingers
{a scream ov vulnerability
wrench'd from bravado}
allowing us to drink
nak'd truths from her lap ~
... mistress ov decadence,
daisy chain'd flower child
wearing
the tattoo'd skin ov night
& midmorning light
in the valley ov her breasts...
#love
#admiration
#respect
875 reads
he, the aether ~ {iii}
iii}
i wear the perfumed nights;
blood orange
{&} evergreen
in the shadow ov my breasts,
molecules ov memoria
as bitter as they're sweet ~
... i write in the scents
ov your native soil,
accented curs{iv}e notes
caught on
the curve ov your tongue ...
you swallow my musing whole,
not savouring the discord
caused there
where the wind ate my words
*
my tongue lies
dead in your mouth, a sacrifice
to your wanton destruction,
the caviar'd curses
carved on my palate ...
i wear the perfumed nights;
blood orange
{&} evergreen
in the shadow ov my breasts,
molecules ov memoria
as bitter as they're sweet ~
... i write in the scents
ov your native soil,
accented curs{iv}e notes
caught on
the curve ov your tongue ...
you swallow my musing whole,
not savouring the discord
caused there
where the wind ate my words
*
my tongue lies
dead in your mouth, a sacrifice
to your wanton destruction,
the caviar'd curses
carved on my palate ...
#love
#dark
862 reads
~ {iii}
iii}
i knocked, if only to find my spine
in your claw-footed belly
where i left it to
collect the sloughed cells
of potential.
our brevity lingered,
a water stain on the ceiling
from which i
licked the absurdity of
3am confessions.
{ii}
it may have been the sight of my lighter in your hands,
fingers cupping the breath of orange from the wind
as you drew the flare deep into the lines on your face,
as i watched the harshness fade from your bones
when you lay back against borrowed sheets &...
i knocked, if only to find my spine
in your claw-footed belly
where i left it to
collect the sloughed cells
of potential.
our brevity lingered,
a water stain on the ceiling
from which i
licked the absurdity of
3am confessions.
{ii}
it may have been the sight of my lighter in your hands,
fingers cupping the breath of orange from the wind
as you drew the flare deep into the lines on your face,
as i watched the harshness fade from your bones
when you lay back against borrowed sheets &...
1296 reads
murmurs
watched a spider
crawl along my leg,
observed
its butterscotch limbs
at awkward angles
as it navigated my knee ~
... it scuttled across
the pale skin
of my thigh
& there was no need
to suppress a shudder ...
.
.
.
i felt
nothing
//
crawl along my leg,
observed
its butterscotch limbs
at awkward angles
as it navigated my knee ~
... it scuttled across
the pale skin
of my thigh
& there was no need
to suppress a shudder ...
.
.
.
i felt
nothing
//
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