HALLOWEEN III
kitchen knife repurposed thru 3rd eye, leaking black stuff astrally everywhere til light fades out in slow waves dulling to whispers the whispers that say doesn't hurt quite so much anymore from here where its not, isn't not, spectral discharge / reverse flower
the knife is family
, a sharp breath halted mid-intake, a lament stifled and plowed under again, an without produced from wither and fray, exhaustion a surface troubled but never broken
to be claimed by or carried off, the doom marked is the doom paid, giving over, an undone here in the making
all the blood spilt back into the earth, into and around the roots of trees, roots of deadened stalks cast off their winding sheet, where it currents and pools and dries curled in itself, a rust or stain to be determined later, but not for a long time because at first it lay upon the earth, stunned and turning cold in the night air, smeared across grass, flecked in dirt, attempting recall of what there was before this because now only this now and for forever but no, always now a falling or seeping into, a plowed under and under again, far down where light cannot reach, where breath unheard, unmoving, down closer to the fire about which all turns ceaselessly, a fire which pulls all to all about itself, a fire we will never know but always feel a fire we may wish would go out for the love of all that is still good yet we are here after, after all and all again, weeping tears into the earth that will never reach, will never stain what is gone is never gone what is here will always be and blessed be and blessed be <3 <3 <3
Happy Halloween
<3 <3 <3 nathaxnne
kitchen knife repurposed thru 3rd eye, leaking black stuff astrally everywhere til light fades out in slow waves dulling to whispers the whispers that say doesn't hurt quite so much anymore from here where its not, isn't not, spectral discharge / reverse flower
the knife is family
, a sharp breath halted mid-intake, a lament stifled and plowed under again, an without produced from wither and fray, exhaustion a surface troubled but never broken
to be claimed by or carried off, the doom marked is the doom paid, giving over, an undone here in the making
all the blood spilt back into the earth, into and around the roots of trees, roots of deadened stalks cast off their winding sheet, where it currents and pools and dries curled in itself, a rust or stain to be determined later, but not for a long time because at first it lay upon the earth, stunned and turning cold in the night air, smeared across grass, flecked in dirt, attempting recall of what there was before this because now only this now and for forever but no, always now a falling or seeping into, a plowed under and under again, far down where light cannot reach, where breath unheard, unmoving, down closer to the fire about which all turns ceaselessly, a fire which pulls all to all about itself, a fire we will never know but always feel a fire we may wish would go out for the love of all that is still good yet we are here after, after all and all again, weeping tears into the earth that will never reach, will never stain what is gone is never gone what is here will always be and blessed be and blessed be <3 <3 <3
Happy Halloween
<3 <3 <3 nathaxnne
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