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fox Graphics 1,363 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen Apr 25, 2024 12:23:42 GMT -5 but a butt ?	lu -- d10, fin Apr 17, 2021 17:30:44 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by fox on Apr 17, 2021 17:30:44 GMT -5 lu irl lmao *lucius branwen* 17
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lu -- d10, fin Apr 17, 2021 20:59:54 GMT -5

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Post by fox on Apr 17, 2021 20:59:54 GMT -5

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my death waits in the fields,

the earth writhes for my blood.

i have mourned the organ

death devoured, down in the valley of its hips. the land is a carnivore. the soil lays graves. her stomach yearns for the taste of its people.

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lu -- d10, fin Apr 17, 2021 23:23:19 GMT -5

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our father believes we were cursed, haunted by the land we toiled and fed.

in the distance, the topography is a curve of organs, a mantle of blood, a hungry mouth. our home lies on layers of bones.

our mother died in this house,

our brother in the long, golden corn stalks of the fall.

maybe something unholy happened here.

after the war, there was famine, its taking teeth sunk into the soils, eating the wealth of our name all those generations ago. our father grieves the loss of branwen. he drinks to forget. he rages in the night to lament.

so many years ago, and
i never cared about what kingdom fell before my time. i have only known our life here -- the aftermath, the decay, and
my death waiting in the fields.

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lu -- d10, fin Apr 19, 2021 21:02:25 GMT -5

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the calves died in the winter, frozen and picked by the ice. in spring, their flesh melted away to show pearlescent bones, the first flowers watered by their blood.

my brother and i pulled the calves from the womb of the heifer. the first one was born by its rear legs, umbilical cord tearing as we reached in and grasped its limbs. the second one suffocated inside her while it waited on the shores of its sibling. when they were laid on the ground before us, they were limp and blue, tongues lolling, heart fluttering against my hand.

one finally drew breath and

-- the other became cold.

they were both dead the next morning.

i took them outside the barn, buried them in the fields. my hands were blistered from digging into the frozen ground, new scars layered on old callouses.

his death was foretold by death.

Godric would die like this, fifteen years following his twin who perished inside our mother. i would be the one to bury him too.

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lu -- d10, fin May 8, 2021 14:52:02 GMT -5

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my father once told me
of how his father's father swallowed his son.

his only child had died in the famine.

so the father went into the woods to grieve over the body he carried on his back,

beyond the plains, over the hills -- in sack meant for grain.

her son was buried but his wife found her dinner to be richer than usual, she found flesh in the broth when all the livestock had starved without silage weeks ago.

where was he buried? she asked, where was he buried?

she found a finger in her soup in the evening.

our father told us this, Salazar and i, after the flies consumed our only cow, the calves we failed to deliver, and our survival in the spring. the earth lapped her bloody womb days after like a leech, a rupture bleeding her out and the predatory tilth beneath her drank hungrily. her eyes became glassy and her hide began to rot.

i cried then, but i have forgotten the pain of my father's lashes. the skin grew again, as always, like little mountains and valleys across my back. my skin has become terrain.

i still have the scars of this story.

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lu -- d10, fin May 8, 2021 15:28:20 GMT -5

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i have mourned

the organ death devoured.

it was an accident,
out in those fields.

in those long stalks of corn, like golden teeth. like the colour of our hair. the machine split Godric and spilled him, entangled his bones and instesines and bore his flesh. i tried to pull him from death and

she demanded a sacrifice.

we live on the dead, on layers of hands and bone and sinew and brothers and a ravenous, taking world.

i buried him beside our mother. i dug a grave with one hand. i laid beside them.

where was i buried?
where was i buried?

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