InsaneJournal

Current mood:	drunk
Current music:	Madonna - Bedtime Story
Entry tags:	good and evil, poetry

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Private to: Niflheim



(ooc: Strix thought better of her poetic outburst, and thus only people that have already read this before it's made private will know it ever existed. We're using the honor system here, kids.)

Cthulhu's Apples

Edenic lies lash out
like Cthulhu's tentacles hurling apples,
like the angry trees of Oz.
And we are hungry,
and the apples are rosy.
But there are no green witches,
no high priests,
only mirrors.
And we are so small,
like bird skulls,
ivory and lace the shade of cream
crushed in the palm of the Adversary,
becoming chalk and dust and nothingness.
The ink laughs, evading clarity,
And jokers with sharp teeth
jest as they chew
(Ho, ho! Ha, ha!)
on the bark of the leafy pillar,
ripping at its veins,
hunting for the pulpy heart,
and no cry goes up to heaven.
What's the point?

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I wrote that!

Lets get unconscious.

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P.S.
There is was more liquor in the pantry.

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P.P.S.
I found the room with the sharp things in it.