Wen Xiaosheng
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I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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s.o.c 10
There's this toy I kind of just fiddled around with as a kid because I couldn't figure out how to play with it for a while. A wooden rainbow bound in ribbons. It looked to me like a lizard, like the lizard from Proverbs 30:28 that you can hold in your hands, yet it is in the king's palace. It's beautiful. It's really beautiful. And it would drape over my palms, and I'd trace its ridges, and I could bet my life that it breathed, and the heat of its happiness chewed through my calcified vocal cords.
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
s.o.c 5
son of sapiens asks if i can sleep i ask you this sapiens i am son of megalodon i stream through salt i and my siblings sapiens names fossils i could not sleep then and i could not sleep in the womb because my blood longed to drink my blood and i cannot sleep out of my mother water my eyes permanently open peering into the depths because to orca crocodile dolphin seal to all i am prey yet sapiens paints me as predator as he severs my fins from me and lets me sink into sea intestines and sapiens says it is okay because i feel no pain as if the water does not sear my flowering wounds and sting my gills and i do not lie there gasping because of his lies so i ask you son of sapiens if you can sleep and if so how can you sleep?
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
s.o.c. 3
Dogs don't feel guilt, they just feel fear. When they sit there, sclera shimmering, hunching to hide from shouted scoldings, floppy ears fused to their skulls, they're not sorry. They're scared. Of course they're scared. They don't know what they did is wrong until the screaming starts. It's not their fault their teeth are tearing through their inflamed gums, and the couch is the closest thing they can chew.
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
