• invinculis commented on the post, ballot 5 months, 1 week ago

    life is messy and i don’t enjoy it. every day,
    another wine glass. french names too shy to
    leave my tongue until forced. meanwhile,
    i am 22 and washing behind the ears seems more
    and more a cultivated lifestyle.

    you, who still vacuum under the bed, consider the way
    the days swell and fatten under the spring sun.

  • invinculis commented on the post, misled 5 months, 2 weeks ago

    in the dream i am walking through the field by our childhood
    home where corn used to grow some summers
    ago. wondering as i go, fingers just
    grazing the uncultivated grass–if wildflowers
    have found their way here, if the dirt knows it can make
    something of the dead, if the dead know the field does not
    know want even as it wants. in the d…[Read more]

  • invinculis commented on the post, pawn 6 months ago

    leaving girlhood is not yet knowing to look back
    taught the bite of desire,
    someone’s blunt teeth, gnawing, and the pain is
    newness, you think this is love
    a ring of bruises around the neck, you think
    the wet heat of your childish name
    what stays, is molded

  • invinculis posted an update 1 year, 6 months ago

    drop —

    eyes closed i picture my heart,
    searching for some glimpse of
    the elusive self.

    the mind draws diagrams of smiling bodies,
    all arteries and gristle, carefully indexed.
    something in me falls
    away.

    through eyelids flushed red in the light,
    they tremble as the heart trembles;
    the heart, a fist-sized fleshy thing;
    the heart, a…[Read more]

  • invinculis posted an update 1 year, 6 months ago

    @stonefoxkneesocks i literally haven’t written since i left this site so i’m like dead inside lol

  • invinculis posted an update 1 year, 6 months ago

    craftsmanship —

    self reinvention: i took a hammer to my ribs, precisely,
    pounded until my chest was an empty
    cavity, dry and wordless. at my feet,
    a horrible mess.

    i did this to myself;
    it was my hands gripping the hammer.

    on my best days, i recognize this as a lie.

  • nichole posted an update 1 year, 11 months ago

    Hoping to post here again. Anyone still hanging out here?

  • Siege commented on the post, sympathy 2 years, 9 months ago

    Compassion oozed out of his bones,
    All over the floor,
    Creating a slippery, yet cushioned surface,
    Which Rachel would fall into
    Again
    and Again
    and Again,
    Never leaving the house without it.
    Never knowing how to leave without it.

  • Siege commented on the post, takeoff 2 years, 9 months ago

    3…. 2…. 1….
    Jeremy and Isaac ran furiously from the centre of the football field, sprinting as fast as their wobbly little legs could take them, and fire shot up into the air and illuminated the night sky. They were sick of the high school taking over their forest. These little badgers started the war with a bang.

  • Siege commented on the post, gentleman 2 years, 9 months ago

    Gerry poured every fibre of his being,
    From the day he hit puberty,
    Until the day the life slowly slipped from his body,
    Into the art
    Of being a gentle man.
    He raised his voice only once,
    At a fly that had entered his home,
    And the force of his wrath shattered its wings,
    And sent it plummeting to its doom.
    He died.
    And Gerry…[Read more]

  • Siege commented on the post, confined 2 years, 9 months ago

    My breathing grew shallow,
    The walls closing in all around me,
    Slower than the eye could trace,
    Yet my beating heart knew the truth.
    Incrementally, one half at a time, I was being crushed.
    I only hoped that the walls never covered the distance of the other half.

  • Siege commented on the post, denim 2 years, 10 months ago

    There stood a man,
    In a Canadian tuxedo,
    Willing himself to walk into work,
    For the first day of a job,
    That would end at 5,
    In heartbreak,
    And endless boredom.

  • Siege commented on the post, cyclical 2 years, 10 months ago

    Round and round and round and round,
    I can’t stop thinking of the endless patterns,
    Prevailing, nay ruling, our society,
    Through fear of the unknown
    And fear of change.
    We are slowly adapting,
    It’s just not fast enough.

  • Siege commented on the post, attuned 2 years, 10 months ago

    She knew, by the break in his half smile, but the slight fracture in his completely perfected mask, that nothing was alright. That all was not right. And by her knowledge, suddenly everything became, perhaps not all right, but half right, and it was enough.

  • Siege commented on the post, greedy 2 years, 10 months ago

    He took all of her.
    Sucked her back,
    Drained her down,
    Drank her marrow,
    Consumed her flesh,
    Until she was nothing,
    And he was her everything.
    This twisted yin yang danced around the corners of her retinas whenever she left the house,
    Hypnotizing until the end of time,
    Which is a week from now.

  • Siege commented on the post, amused 2 years, 10 months ago

    The balloons floated through the air,
    Cascading through the background as if they were nothing but filler for a frame filled with fanfare and fun.
    The music rang out through the grounds.
    The doors finally opened.
    The stampede raced through the threshold,
    Noses to the ground,
    Smelling their way to cotton candy.

  • Siege commented on the post, locket 2 years, 10 months ago

    I want to be trapped in a picture around your neck,
    Even if I cease to exist from this world,
    And the next.
    Living for all eternity enclosed in your breast,
    Stalling for time by your heart,
    I can think of nothing more exquisite or worthwhile.

    Living life as a memory, my world is malleable, and frighteningly limitless.

  • Siege commented on the post, gesture 2 years, 10 months ago

    He walked all around the circumference of the room,
    Pausing to paw at a couple of his favourites,
    Lost in the stillness
    That wax can provide.
    They were forever stuck in time,
    Trapped in place,
    Still breathing faintly,
    As his design sunk its way into their lungs.

  • Siege commented on the post, pity 2 years, 10 months ago

    Mr. T looked out over the sprawling cedars on his front lawn in that little suburb outside Chicago and hated the monotony that his existence was slowly, slowly, slowly degrading into. He picked up the chainsaw, and pitied the yews.