woxihuanni
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- Aug 19, 2019
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Here I am, just waiting for my poison of choice to arrive. A pigeon flew in through the open window and is just sitting there, been there for ten hours. (Btw, it's an old joke among friends that I am a dove, that birds are my sisters.) She has not touched the crumbled bread or water I put out for her.
In a way, I am obviously worried that she might be sick. In a way, the immovable calm is like mine, refusing to be kicked out of this house and out of a heart. Folklore says that a if a person's heart is held in thrall by a wily master/mistress (as in Tam Lin, as in Stardust), you should fight and save them. Shrinks tell you to slink away, find a meek partner who is happy to lick your arsehole, and never mind if they touch your heart truly.
I don't know what to make of this, but tell me what you would feel. Is this hope and life and transformation that flew in, or death?
In a way, I am obviously worried that she might be sick. In a way, the immovable calm is like mine, refusing to be kicked out of this house and out of a heart. Folklore says that a if a person's heart is held in thrall by a wily master/mistress (as in Tam Lin, as in Stardust), you should fight and save them. Shrinks tell you to slink away, find a meek partner who is happy to lick your arsehole, and never mind if they touch your heart truly.
I don't know what to make of this, but tell me what you would feel. Is this hope and life and transformation that flew in, or death?