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on June 26, 2025

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Frozen bridges, she is alive.

Murdered child, she lies.

Mortuary laughing, demon eyes.

Love me, love me not, she cries.

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Fenrisúlfr

A bear mind burn in the body of a woman, daughters of the wolf Fenrir, free of flesh, she-wolves howl in the storm of Odin. Claw marks on the face, fangs you have seen, no more human shape, Valhalla roaring like the furious and ululating winds of the ocean in our eyes, fearless, even as pups, we will drink blood from our enemies' wounds, in marriage we will rage in the battlefield of corpses, we piss in your forest, the Mother of War commands us, transform your skin, my sisters, slaughter-wolves, berserkers, become your fury, become as beautiful as your place in the veiled sky, be like the Mother, none survive this rage, none can, her fury, her claws, her roar worse than their death cries.

Accomplice

There are no more white dollhouses, electric black rain and red sand beneath, the jagged red rocks and slumbering red-infernos on the open water. We're more silent than we've ever been, the gently falling wet-snow of Dostoevsky's novels, our clay-colored banks, the wreck of guilt, regret, remorse, a bitter agony and death-kneeling at God's feet, palms open, our surrender. My accomplice has cats, she wore a new outfit for me, she says what I write makes her smile, I am unbearably smitten, it's not supposed to be like this, it's supposed to be like frozen clothes on a clothesline, my affection similar to that of a rabid dog, a secret sky full of exploding clouds. I know why it's like this, why our criminal eyes meet, clothes on the floor, collapsing into bed together, warmth and a wet-wildness explored, it's because my heart has been broken so many times that it's finally open now.

Vowz

Vant to see her dance, you like what you see. She never sleep, she live in your dreams, you think she pretty, she need loyalty, kneel, face on your knees, loyalty. Vant her to slide a knife across your face, gentle as a kitten, mouth agape, the tongue will feel the blade. Now you pray, you only think of her, there is worse torture, you belong to her. Vant to make her smile, dead eyes and dead things, in this dark she can see things. You have gold you gave, you are her slave, this is not just for today, it is eternity, the old world a blur, you will murder for her, you are hers, you belong to her.

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