My pigeon's growth. Day 12.
Detail of a gravestone in Shebbear, Devon
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dysthymia and other problems || Hellvena || Do not remove credit, do not use without crediting me.
How I used to feel || Hellvena || Do not remove credit, do not use without crediting me
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Old sketch - bath.
And another sketch - this is just drowning.
Old sketch - washing it all away.
Supernovaeclub prompt: drowned sailors
I was told sex with a girl was heaven, and her pussy was paradise, after weeks at sea, alone. But it was the most earthly thing to me, to make love to my love. Heaven is not real and by the gods, no, by the holiness that is this world, she was real. Her thighs were real. Her tongue was real. Her hands, her hands were ever so real.
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I was told drowning would not hurt. There would be panic for a few minutes, and then you would pass out and die. Drowning in her did hurt, drowning in her words and world and will so violently I almost lost myself. Yes, it was an act of violence. On both ends. The way I kept gulping in her water and the way she kept pushing me under. I gasped, then drank. She cried, then laughed. And pushed. And pushed. And pushed.
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I was told death is the end, the final enemy, the one unconquerable. Death is neither end nor enemy, conquering is nowhere near an appropriate description to what I did. I thrived. I gulped and drowned and drank until I didn’t. Yes, she killed me, but I survived.
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I USED TO BE COHERENT
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