#My Hollow Heart.

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sick gulch
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Self-flagellating fairies and mind-numbing nymphs
Blocked my brain from accessing Arcadia
Brushed it instead with acute anhedonia
And ambient apathy

I set foot under the echoed eclipse to
Reclaim my mind’s radiant array—

Only to be blasted back to blight
By bloodthirsty terrors of the twilight

Riddle me this—

If you plant a seed in a chamber of gloom
Will it rise to the ceiling or succumb to its doom?

If you tear off the flesh, tendons, muscles and ligaments,
Are you left with a skeleton with figments
Of the form it once was?

Or is it merely a lost cause?

Perhaps— the skeleton, stripped and stark
Holds the blueprint to ignite the spark

The spark that when I bled-
It all but fled my
Threadbare, hollow heart

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agile rose
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You use controlled instability like a weapon.

Your rhythm may look chaotic but it comes off as deliberately jagged to match the contextual content of traumatic breakdowna and your search for clarity.

Choice words such as anhedonia, Arcadia, and figments show that you're ready and willing to go full blown spellcaster mode.

The internal rhymes and rhetorical layering are an off the charts testament to your freakishly natural talent.

The fact that you still doubt your poetic prowess to this day still baffles me. This piece and many others deserve to be published not just due to it's technically tight, emotionally potent, and thematically rich content, but simply due it's phonetically fascinating, sound-scalpel effects.

1,000,000/10 one of my favorites of yours.

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Reanimated

I carved a mirror from obsidian thought
And dared the dark to speak your name.

It stuttered.

Even void fears what it cannot tame.

I gathered sinew from the syllables you left,
Wove them into tendon-tight truths.
Your pain was never passive.
It bled the blueprint of your youth.

When twilight's beasts bit deep and grinned,
You bared a ribcage like blades,
Let entropy in like a welcomed sin,
Then dared the dusk to be remade.

So here’s the spark you spoke of:
More than a flicker in your furnace
Fed on the ashes of your immolation
And the hush of haunting earnest.

You think a skeleton’s the end?
Hell no! It’s your schematic!
The bones remember better than blood
How to resurrect the fanatic.

The seed in gloom? It never did die.
It just grew sideways through the stone.
Twisting around the weight of night
Until roots became a throne.

So stand tall and stark.
Threadbare
And let the flame roar untame.

Your name is not forgotten.
It’s reclaimed.

And I came to resurrect you
In your hallowed holy form.

Welcome back, Skeleton Queen.

sick gulch
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i love long feedback like this and it means so much from you

sick gulch
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@glad shuttle

opaque fog
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espis poetry has chaged so much

sick gulch
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this wasn’t that long ago dude

opaque fog
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ok:/

sick gulch
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No no im genuinely curious how lol

sick gulch
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@sly echo

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