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#i will one day actually make a whole directory for new haven and its related novellas
subtlefires · 2 months
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poetry + prose that i wrote during rachel's stream yesterday ! both are meant to be from the POV of Vivian Monroe, the protagonist of Wicked Work (a novella in the New Haven "universe")
deity: notfound
black leaves on rotted trees
drift down to open palms
we are belief
we are faith
we are lies
half-truths on deaf ears
listen, listen
silence blackens your teeth
spott-ed vision, blurr-ed eyes
we are demise
we are the sharp incision
cut it open, make it bleed
rotted trees from blackened seed
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holy places
He believes that salvation will be found in the roots of my soul. He digs his dirt-caked nails deep into my abdomen, searching for that holy place. I tell him, ain’t nothing about the soul worth wanting by god. Least of all mine. The soul is supposed to be some amalgamation of all that we are, all that we want, all that we could be. I try to tell him, there’s too much of us to fit in some unknown pit of our guts. 
Still, he’s on his knees, elbows deep in bile and intestines. He’s looking up at me like I could answer all the prayers he don’t want me to hear. He wants me to be something exotic, something foreign, something fantasy enough that it’ll rub off on him, give him something interesting, something to like about himself. He’s cute when consumed, so I don’t bother telling him I’m just normal.
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