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Was going to call this an experimental piece, but it's more just - expressionist. Was feeling some things and wanted to get them out. idk if it makes sense
feedback and impressions welcome
heavy-handedly inspired by https://open.spotify.com/track/57Q5eJKNN93ZP9KZcRDEFc?si=dae94dc097864530
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Posted by EmilyNidhoggr 1 year ago Report
Beautiful, evocative, tender, melancholy. I love it.
I wonder what the significance is of the number ten?
I won't presume to guess what this is about, because I'm sure there are plenty of people (and personified concepts) in your life that can make you feel things that might have you reaching for familiar imagery.
I'm troubled by the line about lives cut free from you remaining wasted, though. It's dramatic and poignant, so if it's just for narrative effect, I get it, but if this story is about how you really feel, I have to ask, do you really feel like lives drawn into you are wasted for good? Are you simultaneously that conceited and that unable to believe in your own warmth and gentleness?
Nobody is worse for having once submitted to another human being who feels the things you feel and is as conscious and mindful of their own ravenous shadow as you are.
It is after all jut a shadow. Of course you feel cold when the moon is out. Just wait until morning.
Take it from a reptile.
Regardless, I love the way you write when you're bleeding. I hope you're always full of fresh blood to squeeze from each new fresh wound.
Posted by RavenRoberts 1 year ago Report
Thank you! I always adore hearing your thoughts
A lot of the time when I'm down I like to take the perspective of an outsider. They've fed me for their own pleasure, but in a moment of clarity after the fact have decided it was a waste of so much life - they remain wasted in their eyes even as they pour free
The number is arbitrary - literally just stolen from the song - but it's repetition at the end signifies my function to them as just a tool. Not a real life to be ended. I like the objectification sometimes
Am glad you enjoyed ^///^