have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.

this is about sleep deprivation and crying

"scouring my notes app in search of forlorn fraying fragments one could consider 'poetry' if one had partaken in reality-altering substances. these fragments may appear mysterious in origin, but they were born in the shower and hastily transcribed upon my cellular phone..." - dahlia, the teenage girl who fell to earth

reflections on vanity and beauty and love and fear and the cacophonous stillness of it all. © dreamsuckle 2021

𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 &𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝑹𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 .

╚»★«╝ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ╚»★«╝ //𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚// 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓰𝓸 𝓰𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓴𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ I often wonder if I'm too ambitious about my passion or it's just those intoxicating stars above your head.... ☆｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆

fleeting immortals © epiphxnies 2021

i am devoid of saltwater and a wasteland of starlight but it's still only minute seventeen of forever.

The thoughts of a thinker are dangerous. Truly. Just a few words to get those cogs turning. 2020 poetic rants and stories.

i love the touch of gentle. i love the sound of it.