The Pretentious Ego

fish

i am fish


Story is marked as mature.

I fell and bruised my ego,

but it was prosthetic, still, at best.

Its schistic cries are echoing—

abrasive, but not loud.

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Please pick my teeth out one by one

with your campus, freshly tilled.

Pickle them in fluids fished from folds of flesh unfound.

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Please dress my wombs in plastis wrap

with p'roxide underneath

and sodium bicarbonate

to bleach the blemished parts.

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Amounts and mounds of maliced mounts

are milling through our minds

and bouncing back our blue abashèd-

ness with blackened hearts.

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Let's budget both our boyhoods

and get rid of garish gaud.

Our girlishness is golden but

still preferably gone.

-

My goal is to gain consciousness

in this coma called a cult.

You, altruistic alchemist,

calls callous calloused calm.


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ethelthefrog

ethelthefrog

This makes my head hurt, but in a good way.

  • #370 Posted 7 years ago
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Fantasist

Fantasist

What Ethel said haha

  • #381 Posted 7 years ago
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