J Savage

Joined December 2021

5 stories

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I have a passion for violating words and disregarding grammar. I make stuff up. I embellish tiny details, and I remember viciously. I would do anything for a good story.

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Messiah.
All I can see is peonies. Tattooed in the backs of my eyes, batting wonders. They're ... crushed, to taste. Sublingual teas dancing on my tongue. They're between my toes and underneath my nails. I can feel them on the tips of my fingers. On my walls, hanging from my bed - painted peonies. In black and white and every shade of purple and pink. I want to know their scent ingrained into my skin. I want my pores to fucking soak out peonies into the sheets while I sleep. I want to know those flowers intimately and thoroughly, and to let them deflower me.
By J Savage4 years ago in Fiction
Mourning Sickness
I loved you. I loved you in the way that the poets would call into madness, full of words like 'gossamer' and 'limpid'. I loved you unrealistically. I was utterly yours since birth. You were my favorite fever dream.
By J Savage4 years ago in Fiction
Costa Nostra.
In the light she was solidified marble with a demure and contagious sneer, looking down on you, clutching her guarded rosary. Her eyes were too shielded to yield any discernible secrets, or fortunes. Her bare feet barely peeked through, carved as an afterthought, carved as a necessity - abysmal holiness cannot be captured in earthly stone. We weigh more than the sum of our sins.
By J Savage4 years ago in Poets
Reliquary of Medical Waste.
What do you suppose they do with all of those barrels of medical waste? Fat, blood, tissue, parts of organs and glands deemed imperfect, medicine-laden fleshes, clumps of hair, tumors, and every stage of aborted babies up to twenty weeks' gestation. Leftover placenta. Afterbirth and stem cells.
By J Savage4 years ago in Filthy
'So Write A Poem About It.'
I'm lighting fires everywhere, kissing matchstick fingertips - in graveyards, star-lit, moon-high, chasing these old dreams.
By J Savage4 years ago in Poets

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Messiah.

Mourning Sickness

Costa Nostra.

Reliquary of Medical Waste.

'So Write A Poem About It.'

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