danse macabre swallows your veins as the hierophant sings you to life. we have embraced our horns and yoked ourselves with roses—sharp can be beautiful, darling, and it’s short of nothing we’ve ever longed for. (we are almost at the end. eight of cups the world ace of cups. drink your fill and smile. the sun will soak your brow. Your chest is a tinderbox and now is the time to ignite.)
"Funniest Member -- Sachiko. Secretly the devil. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage." -- Iggy
"Behold ye babes of grammar: the goddess Sachiko. She does what she wants." -- Lauren2010
and yet here i still am. building breaths one piece of myself at a time. you remind me of sleeping with both windows open and waking up inside a blue warm world. if only i could sing a new skin from these sheets—no more would i need to darn myself whole. (but the moon never speaks in the early hours and october is too cold to leave my shutters ajar for my shadows to sneak in and out, and yet here i still am. awake. asleep. never dreaming of a time built for myself and the king of cups.) (unconsciously, i have built a cage and i am the only one who knows where to hide the key.) (page of swords. page of wands. two of cups. the last sip is always the worst.)
"Funniest Member -- Sachiko. Secretly the devil. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage." -- Iggy
"Behold ye babes of grammar: the goddess Sachiko. She does what she wants." -- Lauren2010
bury yourself under these four blades. sleep is not something to be trusted and the best of it always belongs to other people in other beds. sleep at ten bells and wake up at four (these swords promise rest but the only rest i get is when i think of you dropping your keys in the dish by the door. the leather coat i bought you is already shaped like your skin). sleep again for two more hours if the cat doesn’t knock over the speakers on your desk (he’s chasing away that fiendish nightmare: your name is reality. quietly now. quietly. your sheets are getting cold.)
"Funniest Member -- Sachiko. Secretly the devil. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage." -- Iggy
"Behold ye babes of grammar: the goddess Sachiko. She does what she wants." -- Lauren2010
@Sachiko, you have such a unique poetic voice! I enjoy how a lot of your pieces seem to begin half-way through a thought. There's no introduction, the reader is just there in the middle of whatever you're describing. Your poems for the 26th & 28th specifically have interesting beginnings. And your poem for the 24th is hauntingly elegant and beautiful.
"sing me home, oh raven king. i have gathered enough bone for your nest."
Just a few lines, but it leaves an impression!
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
(ace of wands. you woke in the morning to find that the sun has decided to breathe on you once again.)
(eight of cups. this manuscript contains one hundred thousand iterations of the alphabet rearranged. nowhere in its pages will you find your name. i have become grace, the destroyer.)
(seven of wands. softly, courage: speak.)
(ten of swords. from blades you placed at my feet i forge myself a nuclear virgin.)
(god, give me this day, my constant search, and absolve me my empty hands.)
"Funniest Member -- Sachiko. Secretly the devil. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage." -- Iggy
"Behold ye babes of grammar: the goddess Sachiko. She does what she wants." -- Lauren2010
No amount of water will ease the taste of miles in the back of your throat. you have faltered on a tarot spread for nonbelievers, and every card you pull is a mirror image—taurus seeing red conjured in a universe you can’t touch from the one you’re drowning in. (take your own hand and imagine what it’d be like to impress carnality. a flesh wound that only grows bigger with each push and pull. you have always been your own imaginary brand of sin.)
you were born under strength and the star from a cathedral womb. (and how you have grown, sweet girl. count the roses in your hair. There is one for every small transgression, every broken thing you shed. you walk on petals from dusk to dim. you bleed in nebulous streaks.
(this card is a mirror image. taurus Of earth, of strength, of Going forward.)
( —softly. you are the bull sleeping. your pride is a color of no name. you are a mirror image. your story is never done. )
"Funniest Member -- Sachiko. Secretly the devil. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage." -- Iggy
"Behold ye babes of grammar: the goddess Sachiko. She does what she wants." -- Lauren2010
You already know I basically love everything you write. You have such a way with words and how you put them together that makes me green with envy. I know you don't believe it, but you're very good at this <3
'The creation of a single world comes from a huge number of fragments and chaos.' - Hayao Miyazaki
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