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glamour grunge

eyes of glitter and grief

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CLOWNNEQUIN

Final project for a painting class I did recently

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"Maple tree" (a poem)

I am rotting. I am haunted by an echoing pulse of once verdant requiems, morbidly veiling my vision with whispering fungal blooms. They chatter and chit, until withering into skeletal thorns that sink beneath my skin and burrow into my cadaverous tissue. I am overgrown with lingering epitaphs, as if they were carved into me, the memory of those I loved secluded in my vessel of a body, nestled between my tendons and sinew, Nervebound. There is a rift between the seraphic nature of the dead and beloved, and the morbid and discordant kiss of death that blesses me even in life. Though I yearn in my anguished turmoil to either blossom or wilt for a final time, the will for my fractured heart to return it's abyssal pieces from the void is a pointless, forsaken task. For all my decomposing pieces have been exiled into the earth, distant and estranged from the Sun. I will soon be bound by roots, and I only hope my sap will be bountiful. A solitary tree, hollowed by silence and a chambered wildfire. My bark shall ossify into marrow and cartilage, and a volatile mix of dendral viscera, wood and resin and pine. I am fated to decay,  until I embrace the sky,  resurging into a cathartic rebirth. My crimson liquor within my veins will become liquid amber, feeding you with sweetness and the phantom flavor of my flesh.

@living_casper

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