my scalp is oozing from the bleach and my leg from the self-hatred

Feb 10, 2011 01:50

there's a lot of pus here. don't feel like as much of a monster as i'd like. uncomfortably human.

atropinesulfate paid for x2 poems about fairytales and one story about werewolf girls:

Fruits

The princess looks up from her cage of thorns
and says, "let me wear your face.
I will be a pauper and work the fields
and you may take my place."

Who is the victor in an exchange where one
is the prisoner, and the other the slave,
and your fingers are pricked or feet worn
until you reach the grave?

The pauper looks up from his self-dug trench
and whispers, "let me wear your yoke,
you'll be the slave and I the driver ...
what a funny joke."

No one's the winner in a story told
by the tongue of a liar,
but the fabricator's not free, so give coin,
please, and your camp fire.

--- so I still owe Ms Sulfate a poem and a story. Slowly, slowly, creeps this petty piss-awful poet from verse to verse. I'm sorry, guys, but I will get there.

Also howifall did an awesome illustration of TV!Quinn and TV!Riley as children from Burning Down The House. It is gorgeous and there is other art at the link too and you should comment up her shit and stuff.

grotesque public displays of gay, links, fanart, poetry

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