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astral ore
It’s 3am and I’m thinking about the state my room is in,
the fallout from the folly of a fellow
more interested in digital fantasy over material reality.
At times I neglect my space...
It’s 3am and the hallway light from the building across from ours
spills into my window every moment a neighbor enters the stairwell. Their muted goings on will always be a mystery to me
Until they’re not.
You see I’ve seen them fighting in the parking area nearby. Men daring each other to initiate warfare like spilling a little blood might relieve them of something. Some men will paint their violence like some women write romance novels.
The collision of our bodies was inevitable. I was put in a position where I had no choice.
People will say I’m a lover not a fighter and in doing so they’ll fail to notice the very thin line between intimacy and combat.
The way the word play can sit in front of the word fight so comfortably.
The way lovebites make bruising look like the sweetest dream.
The way you at your most vulnerable are simultaneously at your most seen.
You see, I like my high 5s with a little spice. I dispense my spuds like a loaded 6 shooter.
Sometimes interactions are just at their best when handled with the same reticent fragility. That an mototov would handle butane.
Sometimes you gotta be exploded on. Unloaded on. Be cracked earth that someone's passions off-roaded on.
Some days you’re the hammer, others you’re the anvil.
Some days you’ll dance with friction.
Break bread with the same feeling that gravity will grip you with in freefall.
There ain’t nothing wrong with being quiet. Practicing restraint. But I’ve met people with gunpowder for blood. Lightning behind their eyes and I’ll die before I dim a shine.
It’s 3am and I’m inebriated on memories long past. Relapsing on the kinetic impact of canon events.
It’s 3AM and I’m thinking about what kind of trust I’d have to have in myself
and another to let them punch me or bite me or pin me to the ground.
I’m not particularly proud of the English, but they were onto something when they were onto something when they made slap and tickle a common turn of phrase.
It’s 4AM and I am not sleeping.
eager scaffold
so gross you wake up Caucasian
astral ore
so gross you wake up Caucasian
Excuse me XD
eager scaffold
Excuse me XD
That line will be my pickup line, trust
spring helm
astral ore
3am