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[far_flung_tonic]

sometimes i can feel you with me
the separate deep weights of you
the steep and quick breaths of you, like the gasps before
a breakdown
it lifts me at the joints, it pulls me at the toes

it used to be romantic like
butterflies in my stomach
but the hard cocoons have been weighing down my slick warm organs, like barnacles.

everyone i know is sick

Comments

[_kokopelli_]

your writing is beautiful, but the first thing i thought was "barnacles ruin a lot of things..." they do, you know. barnacles make my job a lot harder than it needs to be. did you know, enough barnacles given enough time can eat through steel? they also, along with coral, trap a lot of fish and squid. thrice in my career already have i saved a squid from the clutches of a mass of barnacles!

anyway, i know that probably wasn't the response one would like when posting a piece of wonderful, beautiful, amazingly well-written work, but i spend way too much time on the ocean and my thoughts often revolve around such.

love you! keep posting stuff, please, i like reading it.

[far_flung_tonic]

you know, i never trusted a barnacle. Not once. Though, the ocean in general seems to be a shady place, the barnacle is like the slimy spy for the mafia, which i assume is run by surly tortoises and rambunctious killer whales.

Im so sorry im so lame with drawing right now. I dont know what is up with me. save me some skin!

[_kokopelli_]

i am saving skin, most assuredly!

[anonymous]

i always search for hidden messages in these. i think it's probably pointless though.