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Corpus Meum

A cathedral rests beneath my skin.

Nestled in the spaces between brittle ribs,

Held together by sinew and virtuous love.

These hallowed bones creak and groan

Under the weight of my devotion.

My knees dig into my lungs

As I kneel at the edge of the pew.

Reverent whispers are pulled from my lips,

spilled out in frenzied, wild streams.

They scorch my tongue and crack my teeth.

And he stands at the altar 

As it crushes my heart,

spitting his scripture with righteous conviction

And confusing my blood for holy water.

He does not stop, even as the columns fall–

Even as my chest collapses in on itself.

And as I lay there,

Trapped beneath my faith and flesh and sin

haloed in that vermilion holy water,

I know that I am saved.

-m.c.b.

#religious trauma #poetry #originalpoetry #writing #spilled ink #darkacademia #darkcore #this is pretentious AND cringe #religion go brrrr #how do i tag lmao

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Eve

The fruit has gone bad.

The skin is puckered, scabbed, festering.

It sinks in on itself,

And flies have begun to swarm.

I dig my fingers into its soft flesh,

And the maggots writhe and twist beneath them.

The fruit weeps

sickly sweet juices run down my aching hands,

Tracing the tangle of veins beneath my skin.

It drips to the floor and pools at my feet.

I am drunk on the scent of rot.

Dionysian madness fills the air,

Pungent and dizzying and so thick

That I may suffocate in it.

But I cannot stop my hands

As they bury themselves deeper and deeper.

The nectar stains my skin,

And I lose sight of where I end

And the fruit begins.

As I pull its meat apart,

the seeds stare up at me.

I gently, methodically pluck them

From the viscera,

And drop them to the ground.

-m.c.b.

#spilled ink #poetry #greek #poem #dark #darkcore #horror? #horror

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Fisherman’s Piety

I was born to the Ocean.

My blood melted and mingled with the sea water,

My tears were lost somewhere in the salt spray.

The raging wind forced breath into my chest

And carried away my cries.

I was carefully veiled in seafoam

And She cradled me there,

Rocking me gently on Her waves.

She pulled me from the inky depths,

Sculpted me from Her blood, Her bones.

She held Her arm outstretched to the stars,

And pulled moonbeams from the sky.

She is divinity, and when She pieced me together,

Laying my heart below my ribs, below my flesh

I, too, was made pure.

I was raised by the tides,

And followed the currents in their frantic twisting dance

I yearned for Her vastness, 

Envied and revered and feared Her in equal measure.

Her power and elegance were all consuming,

And hence I worshiped Her– loved Her,

And surrendered to Her every bit of myself.

So Suck the brine from my marrow

And drain the churning water from my veins.

Pull the fierce winds from my lungs

And break my crooked fingers,

Weathered and roped in scars.

Pluck my eyes that have seen Her depths

And burn away the salt clinging to my skin.

Twist my ribs, tear out my wicked heart,

Plunder and despoil and lay waste to my very soul.

She will embrace me, grotesque as I am,

And deliver me from my weariness.

-m.c.b.

#ocean #sea #longing #rough draft #poetry #how do i tag help #this is pretentious AND cringe #if you know me irl and you see this no you didn’t #this is the result of growing up as a fisherman’s daughter with religious trauma xx #spilled ink

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Made some ACNH designs for my fav cottage core lesbians

#diamond castle #barbie #barbie diamond castle #liana #Alexa #animal crossing #animal crossing nh

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What a magnificent thing, orange is. Its the abstract constellations of freckles across your cheeks, the epilogue of adventures. It is the last glow that spills over the horizon before the world goes quiet. -m.c.b.

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“And in the salt chuckle of rocks with their sea pools, there was the sound like a rumor without any echo

Of history, really beginning”- Walcott

#ocean aesthetic #poseidon #ocean #ancient greek