Oh!!! I have just written the most wonderful poem of my life!! I adore it so much. Tis the beauty of poetry, writing something that you treasure so dearly like a jewel. I want to release it because I'm proud of it however the dragon part of my brain is saying NO ITS MINE!!! and telling me to hide it in my den. Will update when turmoil resolves itself or I resolve it, whatever comes first. Thou will likely know if I do publish it because I will be throwing it in thy face every three seconds. Continue as normal dear, as if I were never here.

*slithers away in a terrible manner*

The shapeshifter (an original poem)

Hollow are my lungs, in which I might breathe

Baring my belly to the blade

When whimsy hit the showstopper

And now I say, hush dog, you know not of what you speak

There’s muscle in this soup

Beware, beware (beware)

To cry, Kill me agapanthus! I beg of thee

I am the wreck

Over the trees

I am not troubled by the plights of romance

I do as I please

For I am the lady of the hour

As I have grown into the worst kind of tree

Who will only do as the mother decrees

Trigger warning, intrusive thoughts, thoughts of suicide.

The Dog, an original Poem

Oh troublesome dog

How you do follow 

How you allure 

With your blood and your blades 

Perhaps I should, then into the night 

Let myself go

As the masses weep 

And yet I fear your teeth troublesome dog

I fear the bite

Then I fear that you will go 

And leave me in my predicament. 

Oh troublesome dog, 

You’ve really fucked me over