These images are from long ago in May.
It describes events and life that took place then.

This particular writing is way older.

As for now,
it has shifted and it is different.

I want the relief of finally putting this stuff up,
but I want to disclaim it and say
it is not expressing how I am right now.

The project has the name Stillbirth.



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.this is part ten.

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Such a big, scary dog you are
let me clean your finger-nails.
Such a charming dead dog,
sullen, seeping,
dripping, swollen.

I love you, little dry one
why are you afraid?
Everything is useless
don't suffer in vain.
Scrape scrape, oh darling
don't tear yourself to shreds in vain.

Five major arteries,
each one is clogged.
Rinse rinse scrub scrub,
my little dog goes home.
Like equals like,
and I know what you are like,
torn and scar'd
and spikes inside,
Oh dear one I'm not a light,
but I'll be your friend a while,
alas,

how terribly lonely

you have been.


The trick is:
fear them they get meaner
love them they get kinder.