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為了留痕，
也為了留過的痕
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12 days ago

colours are antithetical
to the world I’ve grown accustomed.

they creep through cell bars,
assail in all shades,
such jarring resplendence I can hardly tolerate.

why decorate infested wounds?
or mock the living dead?
why insult the timid
who cower in the comfort of grey?

they’ve no right to resuscitate
a heart of wilted pastures.
how dare they.

let the shadows metastasise;
force every molecule from those gasping organs of mine. by @scars_and_scribbles

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14 days ago

itis
lateaugust
iknowit
theleavesaretalking
oflove
andgoodbyes by @scars_and_scribbles

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2 months ago

🐈‍⬛🐦‍⬛

in another world,
the cat was killed.

guts laid plain for all to slander.

through hurried pipes
and scattered lights

through slats that guarded feverish nights,

she stole a glimpse of a stage that wasn’t hers. by @scars_and_scribbles

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2 months ago

he was turning invisible. slowly. it started with the left toe. he could not see his invisible toe, so he could not cut his invisible nail. and then his left foot turned invisible. and then his left leg. and then the entire left side of his body. he was left-handed, so he had to learn how to do things with the right side of his body. just his luck. he did not like how he was all right. he stayed in the house, never ventured out onto the street, and he had no idea how he still could see with his left eye. he could feel his left toenail growing inwards, into his flesh, piercing into the toe, like a fish hook. he groped around with his invisible left hand, found the invisible left toe, and held it tight, and he could feel that it was very tender, very soft, and very painful. he held the pain and the softness. what he could not see he could feel. what he could not see he could feel. by @scars_and_scribbles

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3 months ago

🌒

by the light of the moon
on barren ashes I tread

of a planet where the sun sets 44 times

many I’ve seen
yet only one grew to matter

still for 43 more I wait
by the light of the moon by @scars_and_scribbles

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3 months ago

without warning
without further warning
after 1 week
1 month after

For
you

#blackoutpoetry by @scars_and_scribbles

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3 months ago

🏍️🌊

99 miles we squinted
only a hypnotic blue crashing silently
in those chocolate irises.

while you steadied the reins,
for once I let myself simply be
a tangled head of salt and sand. by @scars_and_scribbles

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3 months ago

🪟

in this tessellated space we hover,
tell me which window to open
and which to close,

for i simply cannot make up my mind. by @scars_and_scribbles

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5 months ago

how many
moons
do we have
in the sky

too
many
too
too many by @scars_and_scribbles

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6 months ago

🐚

背向波浪的海龟
把希望和秘密埋伏沙层

迷惘的步行者
把心头难言往漂流瓶塞

所有
所有
的说不出口

都是我

缺乏勇气
打翻现状的我们。 by @scars_and_scribbles

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8 months ago

It was 3am. No, 5am. She sat on a bench by the empty road. No, She sat on a bench, in a park. She flipped the pages of the book without looking at it. The lone street lamp engulfed her in dim, warm light. In harsh white light. In harsh, white, cold light. There was no wind. It was chilly. She could not feel her fingers. She was dreaming. A stray dog always stroll by at this time. But it is not here. No, it is here. No, it is not here. A stray cat appeared, a tiny shadow emerging from the darkness of the surrounding. A tear rolled down her cheek. No, she stopped flipping the book. No, she blinked. No, the cat blinked. No, he. He. He felt himself slipping deeper into the shadowy depth of his dream. It was 3am. No, 5am. by @scars_and_scribbles

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8 months ago