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writelikefools2021 · 18 days ago
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edvard munch - elsa kennedy - day 28
i’ve unzipped myself out of innumerable skin suits for both crime and chastity. for neither does the metal tongue seek my permission
before a gaping mouth of nakedness closes around me and brings with it all bitten brutalities, like teeth thrust through a bottom lip.
all the swallowed screams erode for millennia, the approximate amount of time it took for an apology to drag itself up to die at my feet.
my silence is expensive and my patience is unyielding and my memory is inhuman; it will take sharp shape in strangers and saints, should i stop biting before the screaming begins.
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writelikefools2021 · 29 days ago
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palomino - elsa kennedy - day 17
truth be told it hurts more than my other duties to steady my hand
around her shaking. she roots around amongst the dreams we’ve discarded,
this circadian wasteland, our kingdom of glass and mismatched nightmares
a palomino tosses her head against our shared air that’s shrinking
against the contours of everything that lives here between our bodies
where is the eye, she screams with her galloping hands, of this hurricane
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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a to-do list before brain surgery - elsa kennedy - day 8
to do: - find slippers - make sure rent is rentable - get some microwaveable food - try not to cry or laugh - don’t smoke after sex - write down the names & crimes of my mortal enemies in separate encoded notes - assign each enemy to someone i trust, for the vanquishing of said incriminated individual should they still be living at the time of my death - decide the appropriate punishment to be served to each individual should they be living - hide each note in a secret location only to be revealed via self-immolating letter should i be diagnosed with brain and/or total death before any one of aforementioned incriminated individuals - burn my hard drive - call insurance - facetime for pasta *wednesday???* - freeze that soup from last week - get the dog stuff for the dog - pants
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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tsunami mommy - elsa kennedy - day 7
your skin is the sea your brain is a brick melting and molding to me
in phrygian exhales you ground an albatross scatter the arrowhead geese
your hunger is catastrophic, babe the mountains are purring, bucking off bridges like thoroughbreds in estrus
i’m just a drinker licking up landslides building new homes with my tongue
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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i’m not mad, just disappointed - elsa kennedy - day 6
life is taking me longer and longer for shorter and shorter amounts of time
now i just let myself scream in slow motion now is the time that would’ve been the time after the time that was the ‘It’s Time’ like the part where after living & dying the next thing happens whatever that ends up to be
this would be the best new beginning if it wasn’t trying to birth itself from the crypt of all the others that died prematurely
i’m so fucking high and i don’t even like being high i can’t remember the last week
and im not sure if it’s because my brain is so, so thirsty and so, so close to water but it’s big legs are in the way or if it’s because of the weed, better than alternatives, alternatives, alternatives..
i dont even like being high but something seems broken inside my usual willingness to throw my pain to the wolves for consumption in exchange for another 24 hours of life i can’t throw my pain and i can’t use it i can’t see beyond, before, or beside it and i can’t find the words that made my constant, silent martyrdom easier; there is nothing on the tip of my tongue all the languages are leaving my hands quiver as i try to hold my coffee cup i see her face and it throbs in time with the building pressure
and my brain, my brain my brain, the scapegoat’s scapegoat, my brain, it can’t stay in here, it’s cut itself off my brain, my brain my brainmybrainmybrainmybrainmybrainmybrain
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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nothing but a body - elsa kennedy - day 5
i rehearsed tonight with herculean resolve; heard the traps shriek out with consumptive, kneading need and kill, again, the mother inside me;
felt the petals closing fast - like a woman’s hand like rose-spun chainmail all of our velvet rage cast in iron and quartz - on the cooled twin moons of my breasts pressed to the glass;
saw only blurry Van Gogh night, from my naked post, basement window swatting at streetlight phantoms; i was a spayed cat remembering heat for a bitter spring, stalked by maternity and eternity’s glare;
kissed by mineral light, curving for the pleasure of these indigo moments, when i can be nothing but a body draped in ideas and sidewalk shadows;
perched in the corner of a tired person’s vision, a bright flash of flesh on the long walk home.
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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aneurhythm - elsa kennedy - day 3
there’s this earworm, and it’s been here for a few weeks, and i don’t think that we can live together.
not peacefully, not when it’s a sound and a soul splitting one brain.
it won’t be much longer, not much longer at all until one of these tunnels caves in
and all my sharp, eaten words all the good days i’ve been saving for later burst to shrapnel, perforate the veil drape us instead in thick, symbiotic death.
mezcal con gusano, take me with the maguey worm. have the high but hold on to the bitterness -- this grub and i, chanting dying in 6/8 time: ‘my time is running out | feed your head my time is running out | feed your head’
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wordwizards · 11 months ago
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For Science! characters who like cowboy boots
Boris Entropy
Fane Joy
Kelvin Della Rossa
Martha Joy
Tesla Darwin
For Science! characters who dislike cowboy boots
Mort Galvani
Jamie Entropy
Vlad
For Science! characters who are indifferent towards cowboy boots
Kennedy Boltzmann
Erlen Meyer
Tully
Rose Eglantine
Elsa Tyndall
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wordwizards · 11 months ago
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idk if i’ve said this before but sometimes elsa, kelvin, and boltzmann run into each other when they are grave robbing for weird science purposes
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writelikefools2020 · a year ago
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bath and body works - elsa kennedy
i threw myself against the bathroom wall painted in shade 9 6  B I S C U I T
it tasted it like art class in 9th grade whole mouthful of clotted space an upside down spoon fighting my braces for the metallic crown
and that lemon-flavored hand sanitizer a prize in the pocket of my plaid, knee-length jumper
a few fat drops on the middle of the tongue once before chemistry, three times for lunch and once again after, in the locker room’s unused shower
i’d turn off the lights and glow in the dark bang my head against sticky concrete and tell all mirrors to go fuck themselves in the name of the father the son and the holy spirit
private, public intoxication nothing was angrier
fluorescent teenager, pickled in purell invisible drunk, vomit on corduroy bloodstained algebra, drugstore thievery seven dark circles under spider eyes ruddy on the way back up the spout
all in a day’s mouth 9 6  B I S C U I T, i’m ten years older with a legacy of stains i’m trying to surpass with one of phosphorescence
i will clean up this mess and straighten my teeth peeling all my memorized agony off the fake ceramic. i can see in the dark. i can wash pandemics off of my hands.
you will never taste a goddamn thing like biscuits.
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writelikefools2020 · a year ago
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finely - elsa kennedy
yesterday, i bit the pillow, while thanking god for her perfect tits.
for all of the thoughts racing me backwards, wary as i am, a tad
too vulnerable with my face buried in last night’s dreams, i must say --
she fucked me finely. not like satisfactory or simply alright;
she fucked me like silk lavender sugar, homespun like she knew what i
needed. all this time i’ve been so in love, therefore terrified. i see,
in the folded space where her head sleeps: a frantic spinning top slows down. stops and falls into her long palm.
this gossamer bed.
what are you? she asks all that spinning does nothing but blur your whole world.
i think i need you to hold me for another year or fifty
before i can answer that.
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writelikefools2020 · a year ago
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melissa etheridge’s birds - elsa kennedy
again, i’ve mistaken grackles for crows.
imagining them to be fond of me, i’ve gone and scattered all of my berries, walnuts and oats
to a raucous foursome of imposters. of course i believed they were the corvid companions i’ve long dreamt of.
feverish fool. romantic. attaching depth to pretty plundering, squeezing love out of demand. (if i’m just enough of the good side of human maybe they’ll come to my window. maybe they’ll crawl inside. i’ll be a fucking avian melissa etheridge).
i spent so many years desperately married to hope; now reality divorces me daily
to remind me that hope is at sea. her heart is nowhere’s patriot.
she pirates my sincerity while riding me, her loyal hull, to promised lands where i’m crudely dumped ashore. that gorgeous neck never twitches out a backwards glance -- hope firmly faces forward whether she’s leaving or coming.
reality keeps their back turned while they stalk opportunities to kick sand in my mouth.
again, i’ve mistaken reality’s coming for hope’s leaving. again, i’ve mistaken birds for friends. it was never about the grackles. it was never about the crows. you feverish fool. you romantic. please, you lover, don’t ever stop feeding the birds.
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writelikefools2020 · a year ago
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braindead on Dream Street - elsa kennedy
i spent the first month pinning parking citations to my forehead, so
as not to lose track of my transgressions. orange, one color i hate,
ticker-taped to the dormant identity i thought i’d long since killed:
one piteous wretch with the mind of a sticky mall’s gumball machine.
one easy target one tragic advertisement. braindead on Dream Street.
i spent the first month. time and traffic tickets trash the floor of my car.
my forehead looks like South Station’s bulletin boards.
one wasted woman. one thousand neon, wasted opportunities.
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queenhosk · a year ago
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queenhosk · a year ago
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