#writhes

-• veganoptions is the shipname

evil polycule. call that a diabolicule /ref

bonus:

i watched him from the cornered dusk,

where want sat folded, clean and husk’d—

and in his eyes, a mirrored ache,

like fire caught in stillest lake.

we never spoke the thing out loud,

yet silence wore it like a shroud.

each glance—a question; each breath, reply,

a dialectic slow to die.

he looked at me as if he knew

what Plato carved in forms so true:

that love is less of flesh and skin,

and more the soul it dwells within.

and Socrates, that wretched sage,

who drank the hemlock, turned the page—

would nod and say, “it is the mind

that burns when kindred souls are blind.”

i think he yearned the way i did:

in half-thoughts that the daylight hid.

a man undone by want, not shame—

and i, undone for much the same.

we passed like ships—no wind, no call—

but still i felt his shadow fall.

a heat between us, carved and vast,

of futures dreamt and questions asked.

so if he dreams, i hope he sees

a room of stars, a hush, a breeze—

and me, beside him, eyes alight,