Legs in the Mouth (Sundaze)

(bugs of my childhood + something i titled in sims for an author sim. the muse keeps chugging my tea. she also doesn’t fucking exist so i have to do this all myself while half asleep even as my tea disappears.)

Source: www.deviantart.com/art/She-Has-Her-Sources-113515422 but the artist seems to have abandoned her account.

 

Tender dawn opens over the sky
a curtain of gossamer as thick as gold
a silk worm’s blood

Thinkin’ bout little lightning bugs that dominated summer, the light show circus go on to find better jobs
(caged in bottles)
only the determined light the grass and the walls in the heat of a sleeping sun.
but despite their hard work there
just aren’t enough
to fight the heated lanterns.
to fight outtrick the light.

Thinkin’ bout monarch caterpillars, dark and mottled and wide
dictionary definition
of a caterpillar, harmless
nuisance
hallway intruders.
walls are warm, and sterile
so I threw them out of school so they wouldn’t die starving

Thinkin’ bout dead ladybugs and beating little wings like glittering fire on carpet and on stone and uncomfortable steps and no fear just exasperation.
innocence.
(good luck?)
why you gotta get yourself killed like that. suffocate yourselves
suffocate each other

The nine-spotted moth crashes into grass-studded rock,
bowing
antenna bent and wings spread.

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My favorite type of music

my favorite music is the kind that plunges you into the water and forces me through a tunnel,
funneling you into a pool of sharded light that opens up for only me
broken and splintered in parts, and threatening to fall apart on you, but holding itself
together for my flight
or your descent
or my descent

and lifts you by the chest

to throw me into the ground.