YOOO! I made a lil' writing thing! It's an image-based short poem assignment i sorta went haywire on. (Also, just to stick with my homies and not get any Antis in the pool, #Tcest .)
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The panic is fleeting. Ravens and tiny bugs keep you company as you cuddle within your bed of hazel, gently swaddling you in similarity to the motionless wooden limbs from above.
Your eyes, ever constrained by the numbness that slowly relieves you of ache, can’t help but remain attracted to the blurry sky. For once, it does not blind you with its color and light… instead, the nightlight soothes you in company with the gentle tones of blanketing clouds.
…Something beckons you not to get too comfortable, though. Like a little fairy, whispering through the texture of the mud, through the sharpness of beaks and the nuzzling motions of your insect company's children within your warmth. Their affection doesn't spook you. Rather, the panic is Fleeting.
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