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Orion Jul 2019
seething venom dripping from the edges of my torn panting lips
i am familiar with its acidic taste and i lick it off my teeth
as though it were as sweet as the poisoned prose you fed to me
i am not a creature born of rage
but oh
if i did not thrive on the fact that i was so undeniably right
i
would
not
be
here

would i?


you know all too well that i would hunt down and bite the tongue from the man who did you wrong
but you would be terrified to know that i would watch his gurgling demise with triumph

do not misunderstand:

i would spit my prize and his blood into your gaping, screaming mouth
pin you down and tower over you
with my fangs bared so close to your throat
that i could nearly taste the heartbeat and the blood in your veins

drool spilling off of my chin and burning your skin
the smell of your singed flesh and your fear and my pride
just
like
the

r a b b i t

you
are.


i will forcibly eradicate the thought that i was too delicate from your mind--
you have been scared of me this entire time
too scared to drop me, to displease me
too scared to face the fact that i was a wolf living in a cracked eggshell
and that you took sick delight in pushing clay into crevasses that i was trying to escape from;

you held me like a sickly pup at arm’s length
not knowing what to do when i outgrew the cage you picked out for me
when the hackles started to bristle like goosebumps across my back
when hooded eyelids turned golden and


you should have been afraid of the fangs
that hid behind anxious words and knowing glances
instead of the stuttering and the overwhelmed mumbling;

you love monsters until
they
share
the
bed
with
you;


i am as quick to think as i am to wrap my hands around your throat;
i knew i knew i  k n e w
and you
ignored ignored i g n o r e d;


and now i weigh upon your ribcage
and you ***** the heart you tried to find upon your ***-stained shirt
regurgitated words never meant for me splashing onto my clawed fingertips


and i see nothing but my own mistakes reflected in your wide, unblinking eyes--
i forgot how beautiful my terrible form looked when i see it in the whites of someone’s eyes--
and what a shame i forgot for so long!

you never learned a thing,
did you?



you smell of **** and stink of many men’s claim on you
you have no regard for your own wellbeing
letting yourself get caught so painfully easily by any man holding lures of lustful pretty words

you give your heart to any man who promises to make you beg for more but
do you know how easy it would be to get you to beg
with a knife held to your throat?


if you want to die,
it will not be at my hands;
those  are to be soiled by my own sins and
not those of a

senseless

unthinking

r a b b i t.


you are unworthy of being my prey
MisfitOfSociety Jul 2019
Have we forgotten how to dream? To see the world through ourselves? The place we used to be is now lost. When we were children we knew where that was.
Before we knew the world, we only knew ourselves; then we became aware of the world. The dream became the reality, and the reality became the dream.

This dream has to be real, because it is all I've ever known.
It is hard to let go and fall right in, and go to places I've never been.

At night when we close my eyes, I dream of the place that we used to be.
When I sleep I remember who I am, but when I awaken I forget again.

The rabbit will take us there. Let's all go and chase the rabbit.
The hole only gets larger.

It is larger than you can imagine. You will never truly grasp the bottom.

The rabbit's leading us down the hole,
How deep down can this rabbit burrow?
We're beginning to see from the in,
We will never see out again.

We are falling down the rabbit hole.
Which way is up?
Which way is down?
We can't see the top,
And we can't find the bottom.
We're looking from the in,
Going to places we've never been.
We're learning to dream again.

Follow the rabbit down the hole,
Into the unknown we go.
What is real? Is it what we believe to be real? Or is there something more real than what we think is real?
MisfitOfSociety Jul 2019
She was looking like a carrot,
With a green hat and orange dress.
She was spotted by a rabbit,
Who was hungry for a taste.

He now can see in the dark,
No longer needs to wear glasses.
He goes to tell his friends,
Restoring vision like he is Jesus.
Philomena Jul 2019
A baby rabbit fur grey as the sky lies dead
Her eyes stare blankly upward
Watching god
Her body lifeless
Her family gone
She is cold and helpless in my hands
And I cannot help but think
She has gone too soon
As many before her
MisfitOfSociety Jun 2019
All the Catholics on the Anniversary lie,
Eating Satan's eggs that fall from the sky.
Pull Jesus out of an egg,
To remind yourself that you'll never die!

Plucked the wings off a wounded bird,
That fell from a nest.
Planted fur and gave it rabbit feet,
It was so grateful that it oviposited gifts.

I saw Satan wearing a bunny costume.
He came around midnight and laid some eggs.
If the children rise and miss them,
We will go and cook the nest.

Come to the alter,
Bring a ****** flower,
To be deflowered by the sun.
When we see them again,
The flowers will bring their children,
To the festival of the Anniversary Sun!

Rabbit's mating beneath the Anniversary Sun!
Remembering the death of the Moon's son!

The goddess's son dies,
and lives again.
A ****** blossom bleeds,
And gives him new skin.

Come on everybody it is time to celebrate!
The rebirth of our king!

Sniff a bible verse off of a pagan god's chest.
Hang a devil from the top of a Christmas tree.
A Christmas ghost takes you back to the past.
It is not so bad with Christian imagery.

Come on everybody it is time to celebrate!
The birthday of our king!
Never whole
since in this hole
I fell
A bottomless well
and since time started here
(when all of time stopped)
this spell
I’m under
makes me not well

The company
I’m in
a grin
One who spins
A tale to weave
of make believe
These items to sell
Story he tells

My brain
set on fire
from his grinning
Cheshire
The maniacal laughter
and madness
inspired
I’m tired
I’m mired
Situation is dire

Without choice
he is hired
All thoughts are rewired
Has risen to “Sire”
This liar and thief
Plays *****
and cheats
I’m beat
can not win
Left to stare at that grin
Written: May 28, 2019

All rights reserved.
Arcassin B Jun 2019
By Arcassin Burnham

Please,
Could you take me away from here, I need a s.o.s.
Stay,
I need a place to satisfy me, my love could you try me.
Pacing different places aligning with different faces
Pertaining to me saying this is not my pure Oasis,
Could you find me in this simulation lingering from the stages,
Of a dark mental psychosis that I'm learning in these pages,
Peace ain't far away.

Stay with me and I'll take you to the wonderland,
Peace ain't far away.
Jump down the rabbit hole,
The aces will unfold,
Peace ain't far away...

Don't you ever let the pieces fall,
Don't you regret it all,
Peace ain't far away in these Halls,
Pacing different places aligned with different faces,
Just like your ex's, do you regret them all?..

Stay with me and I'll take you to the wonderland,
Peace ain't far away.
Jump down the rabbit hole,
The aces will unfold,
Peace ain't far away.


©abpoetry2019
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2019/05/peace-aint-far-away.html
Her home of a tree,
She jostles down,
As if height were but a myth.

She hobbles up,
And greets my hand,
With kisses of a little black nose.

She rustles up to me,
Her soft fur comforting me,
As all of nature sways.

"I haven't seen you in ages" I say,
Feeling as though too many years,
Years have passed since I have seen her.

As I think about my time as a child,
Naive and dependent,
I think about my adulthood.

She makes no noise,
But the ruffles of her feet—
My smile hers as I brush her.

After all this time,
I feel differently about this place,
This changed, familiar place.

She is the sun of Nostalgia's light,
A memory of the past.
I reminisce about the fallen trees,
And wonder how long she has waited.
"I'm sorry I neglected you so long" I say to her,
"I simply had to grow up".

Her whiskers warmly tickled me,
Her thoughtless happiness saying,
"I forgive you" in some way.

I think about the stretches of time,
In which all has changed,
Yet I stand in the back of the mystifying yard,
A slice of altered past, long swept by the seas of time,
Where she affectionately acknowledges me.



As her soft, large, round, greyish, white-brown face,
Pushes against my ankles as I squat,
I forget the strain of my body's weight.

She lifts my spirit into the air,
Leaving behind my grounded form,
As we gaze at each other from eye to eye to eye to eye.

"Come back any time", she says,
"And I'll be here.
I'll never be lost to time".


I open my eyes, sitting amongst the grass of a lonely yard.
The encroaching forest chirps with lulled noises, as I look at my hand, extended for naught but the short stalks of green that rise from the ground.
I feel my adult self, my life, pouring through my head.
I know, from within the realm of my heart, I  know that I can always return.
I can always return and feel her again.

Nostalgia.


© 2019 t.v. Amaryllis
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