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body / free verse ( 31.05.23 ) i think each day that this body (which was not made for me with my curved fangs and sharpened claws) has begun to feel like home i lie beneath the skin beside the melancholy heartbeat i’ve grown to find comforting it does not fit me for i am a monster but this body it is mine and it is home with all it’s softness that hides my anger and all it’s curves that hide my edges it is a body it is mine and it is beautiful

overgrown / free verse ( 01.06.23 ) i sink my claws into peaty earth i smell a forest that no longer exists i miss when magic would stir my soul and when i look at the sky through this dim dark world i can't see the stars i hate this city i miss the wild with every inch of my carefree heart and that all of it was overgrown

futile / free verse ( 01.06.23 ) my muscles are weary my bones ache there's rot inside my lungs a planet full of futile tugs at my soul with its claws i am tired so lay me down on a bed made of thorn

of names / free verse ( 31.05.23 ) i think often of my name meaning "to conquer" like i am some proud king some general of war i feel too soft for that my hands too delicate my surname has meaning too "peace", if not "sun" but don't those contradict? how can these names be mine when this is what they mean? i am not a war general i am not peace iam not even the sun i am me vyncent sol maybe that can be enough


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Pub: 01 Jun 2023 10:06 UTC
Edit: 30 Oct 2023 12:34 UTC
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