another poem i made!!!!

TW: sewerslide

title: a midday happening.

in the meadow of scorpion tails
and dandelion feathers,
a hole is dug deep
six feet,
underneath a wise willow.

buried here is a man
who had shot himself
last night.
the sound of his gun pierced
through the concrete walls of the homes in town.
nobody knew him,
nobody saw him.
but he had peers

though they could not speak,
they also cannot hear.

by midday, when
he shall be buried, the
sun will set for him,
and the dandelion
feathers shall fly for him.

his candles will be lit
and his soil shall be wet.

his soul shall pass through
the bridge of vines and thorns,

and elysium will be the moon.

his death is the fresh tear
in the fabric of the universe.

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title: oppenheimer

the dust of bricks blow the world away,
the sound of nothing is colder,
than the sound of pain.
for even the guards have passed away.

chariots bring the sky a day,
the ticking ticks humanity grey.
three arms up to par with six,
these the worlds which no longer exist.

time will tell,
time ticked to fell,
time detonates.

revelations.

the seventh trumpet sings,
it is my last song.
it is the last note my ears are graced with.

because at this hour,
god has reached for the wee little pebble in their river.

and she marvels at her own sedimentary,
smooth yet callous.

he gives it his most fervent kiss,
like fire.
he then stones me sweetly.
striking my flesh, tasting of saccharine arson.

cometh my second death!

for his forgiveness is the trip of
gehenna.
and sulphur is my divine perfume,
i wear it everyday on my skin and on my garments,
because i am dying.

this is my decimation,
this is my purification,
my baptismal,
my death.
like lady lazarus,
like yeshua.

and every hour,
i make love to fire.
with every moan,
i proclaim carnality!
and with every thrust,
i am deconstructed.

made this acc on yule!!!! pretty fun!!