ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
They feed you blood from a machine
are kind, want to know about you.
They feed you contaminated blood
sometimes. Then you see heaven
in the sulphur lamp & white walls.
Down a plastic tube the blood
drip drips. Your forearm itches.
Sometimes you see hell. It is
bare like the room they keep you in.
You wonder if you’ll live forever.
They expound the rule of the fittest,
population control. They let you go.
are kind, want to know about you.
They feed you contaminated blood
sometimes. Then you see heaven
in the sulphur lamp & white walls.
Down a plastic tube the blood
drip drips. Your forearm itches.
Sometimes you see hell. It is
bare like the room they keep you in.
You wonder if you’ll live forever.
They expound the rule of the fittest,
population control. They let you go.
Literature
summer children, we were'
ii.
we carved animals
from ivory castles
floating in the sun. we were
the doting spring mayflies
twisting upon meadows,
wreathing lilies between
toes, breathing --
iii.
between the sheets
of golden chaff,
she whispered, "let's dance in the rain
on the cobblestone streets
before the singing rosebud
mutes her swollen gown.'
:
past the shivering
moon we snuck
with shadows tucked
into dreams. we were
waltzing toy soldiers,
our peace-broken holster
Literature
Expecting
Expecting
three houses down,
the neighbor boy's soft
spot has fused together
too soon. now his brain has no
room to grow.
I cannot allow my mind to dwell
the daughter of a guy I work with
has Down syndrome,
an immortal
toddler. her nose runs; she watches
cartoons. they have a special
guard
on the front doorknob.
I cannot allow my mind to dwell
my half-brother's adopted daughter
was born
with spina bifida. she wears special
braces on her ankles
to help her walk. she suffers
operation after
operation, but
the doctors are certain: one day the cord
will simply
stretch
too
taut.
I cannot allow my mind
our first was born
Literature
Held
We loved like arson:
After-sex after-
glow floats around like smoke, and distorts us,
restless, and tangles around the rafters,
the room imbued: remnants of star-fuelled lust.
We loved like fireworks, comets and fireflies.
We traced paths through constellations for hours,
across freckled skies, tasting the stars
with every kiss. The night went on for miles.
Now a cathartic still whispers, lingers
as the room burns orange in the morning's
luster. The carmine light bares a warning:
To keep my distance, or I'd clash with hers.
I leave her to draw the blinds, casting shad-
ows like prison-cell bars across
Suggested Collections
Comments9
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
they feed me blood from a machine,
are kind, want to know about me.
they feed me contaminated blood
sometimes, then i see heaven
in the sulphur lamp & white walls.
again, a change of person throughout and the immediacy leaps.
are kind, want to know about me.
they feed me contaminated blood
sometimes, then i see heaven
in the sulphur lamp & white walls.
again, a change of person throughout and the immediacy leaps.