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grumpy teddy bear wizard


dear mr. groundhog (it kills me that this is still applicable):

you and peter pan taught me the importance of shadows
their fickle nature
and most importantly,
that mother nature kneels
to no one

if thimbles are kisses,
the sun will rise regardless
i'll trace your lips with an aching metal thumb, be the tourniquet
that quells your swollen spring
petite rose petals scattered in the wind, in my lover's hair
the wrinkle and twitch
of your nose when pollen flowers so deceptively sweet and innocent
coquettish and smiling  
launch an attack on our senses.

is there magic in a sneeze? i am snorting fairy dust
so my heart can fly far away from me when it's breaking most
lips of pink orchid poison
a feral dawn staining your wrists
and bowed peasant head
drink of my scarlet sun splayed venom, my skull is your goblet

i'm allergic to my own imagination
lend me your pink lidded eyes
there are still watery iris worlds to discover
steering cloud ships past merlin's owl menagerie cuckoo clock tower and pirate bound tiger lilies
the sky is simpering and lonely
we'll cuddle the stars like babes

neverland is without season or reason,
the soul ages but still
the clock mouths grimace,
heartbroken over their known futility
glass faces twitching
grooming their whiskers tinkering with my sullied, plagued-with-fantasy
non reality
i am a mirage
a dark paradise for you to plunder
and gnash with metal apocalyptic teeth the dead gods gave you

i need the cold inside my bones to feel alive, but maybe
it's better i let go

everything is a reminder of how pointless i am
where once i was a black flag rebel hellion
i have been reduced to just my shadow
unsmiling grey and disenchanted
with the wolves
wearing angel skins, nibbling my soul because the taste of despair and all consuming loneliness
is nectar to spirits
suckle and claw from my chest, my pulse an afterthought

i singsong clear voice lullabies you left stranded in my nightmares
and give them a home
in my valentine ribs

i dread you've already forgotten me, left me lost and bleak clutching to shadows and routine
on a quest for constancy and a master crazy enough to caress my light, understand and bathe in my darkness
and make me feel something in myself akin to light

go back to your gentle hibernation
and please take me with you
rouse me when the daisies
are no longer sleeping
braid them into my spine like a corset of repentence
and misunderstanding
as a courtesy,
so that i may rot inside and out

Written by sooterella
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