a story/first posted last winter/fair warning which I usually never give nor expect of others -contains some profanity, as it is not a песня, из которой можно выкинуть слова
Rabbits. Breed if a date comes along. Becomes a habit to follow along in a wake with wounds that slowly become more than less. Innocent rabbit unjustifiable soup de jour. I need to ask Alice. Down in the deep hole dug fugitive to a thug. Reminds me of “Revenge is a dish well served warm.”
Granted, it is still working very very badly now. The brain. Maybe it reflects well, everything, because everything doesn't show signs of working well either. Maybe, besides this and that -it's but a mirror. Disintegrating.
There is something disturbing in the narrative that clutches at my heart. It is the kind of story that has a painful truth at its core but never lets it truly reveal itself.
I think you are so talented. From one side, you write so lightly, like not making any effort, but from the other side, you are like на лезвии ножа, and your nerves are bare. The same bareness and tension are in your poetry. That combination is rare. You take a very high note, and your reader is subdued. I am.
To remind of a rabbit somehow. I searched for a picture for quite some time, back then and one of my criteria was ....I don't know, some space where they remind each other.
It's a photo (artistic of course) by Cristina Otero. If I remember correctly. Moment. yes, I do:
May this not be autobiographical, it has too much pain and power. The sacrifice was you as well as your pet, the price of refuge for millions…
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Thank you for the restack, dear Patris 🩵
Rabbits. Breed if a date comes along. Becomes a habit to follow along in a wake with wounds that slowly become more than less. Innocent rabbit unjustifiable soup de jour. I need to ask Alice. Down in the deep hole dug fugitive to a thug. Reminds me of “Revenge is a dish well served warm.”
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He probably knew you had more feelings for the rabbit than for him. A stunted man, with a scrawny heart who didn't deserve you or a rabbit.
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There are aches that never go away, wounds that never heal, seas we think we have crossed but we've already drowned in.
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thank you for the restack, Paul 💫🤍
I might have missed this first time around, Chen. I like it.
No, you didn't miss it.
Thank you, dear Paul
Did I read it before?
of course.
I hope I don’t have an RFK jr. brain worm.🪱 I think I like the white rabbit, maybe better than a big cat that drinks vodka.
I had to google the guy)) Sorry..
My brain can take just so much.
Granted, it is still working very very badly now. The brain. Maybe it reflects well, everything, because everything doesn't show signs of working well either. Maybe, besides this and that -it's but a mirror. Disintegrating.
But no I don't think so 🤍
Yes, very little shows signs of working well right now.
Brutal...
Bizarre, peppered with a Lynchian atmosphere.
Breath, taken and held until the end.
There is something disturbing in the narrative that clutches at my heart. It is the kind of story that has a painful truth at its core but never lets it truly reveal itself.
I hope you're breathing now, Chen.
I try to.
Thank you so much, Mahdi
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and big thank you for the restack 💫
..you all paid me, each in their way, the biggest compliments probably a writer can recieve. I'm very grateful
thank you for the restack, dear Fotini
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I think you are so talented. From one side, you write so lightly, like not making any effort, but from the other side, you are like на лезвии ножа, and your nerves are bare. The same bareness and tension are in your poetry. That combination is rare. You take a very high note, and your reader is subdued. I am.
Thank you, dear Larisa. I've no words. I'm very humbled. Thank you
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It's my sincere feeling.
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Non-related: that girl on the avatar, why is her nose so red?
To remind of a rabbit somehow. I searched for a picture for quite some time, back then and one of my criteria was ....I don't know, some space where they remind each other.
It's a photo (artistic of course) by Cristina Otero. If I remember correctly. Moment. yes, I do:
https://cristinaotero.com/artworks/