a couple of little tumblr writings from recently

[avia]

jail bird

A criminal, they call eir, a murderer. It’s an obvious crime… everyone agrees “murder is bad”, right? No choice but to lock eir away.

After all, you can’t go around murdering innocent Ideas. Capitalism, what did that do to ever hurt anyone? No, Capitalism was just a sleeping dragon, long tail curled around the political centres of the world, its gentle purr soothing the minds of the leaders, its claws buried in jewels and gold. No need to kill something so good, so pure.

Now, what will the leaders do without its song? They mourn. They mourn.

This can not be allowed, not at all. And… also… ey has such a strange looking face.

So ey must be killed, and while ey waits for the injections, ey won’t be allowed any of those writing tools, also. After all, everyone knows ey spends too much time playing with dangerous Ideas.

But, what they forget is that ey sheds feathers, and ey can bleed. That is pens and ink, and if ey calls, eir flock will come to the bars. They will carry messages, fly away into the world, continue the spread of underground Ideas.

It’s not over yet.



sleep when i want to

i don’t remember anything
and i sleep when i want to
i don’t remember your name, birthday, face
and i dream of you dying, only
it’s a nightmare, my rubber hands pushing against fragile glass cage of reality-dream trapping me sitting on me like monsters in myths except
this monster has my face, and i am killing you anyway so
maybe it’s all the same thing
little glass knife heart girl
little bitter feral forest girl
we don’t need you here, but it’s okay, i am here
i don’t remember how to hold the knife at the table
but i remember how to hold a knife to your heart
“you lost all your memories of us, your half-friends?
shame”- but i am still trying to forget you
but i’m soft, gentle, i love you, i’m your rabbit
and a swan girl, wings and breaking, the echoes of mountain voice
cracking your heaven, rain bleeding down
you are ancient, don’t you remember?
you and me
in this together
rabbit, swan, blood rain
washing away your wrong rubber face
there’s light behind it
ssh.
don’t be afraid.


I want to write more stories in the universe of the first one. Where Ideas are creatures, and they can be killed.

The second one was just a rambling thing. But I like it, in some way.

I've been working on a children's book project thing most of the day, but right now, I'm struggling with converting pdf to epub... when I have it worked out, I will talk more about it and offer downloads ^v^ It's going to be a paper book too (because it is a children's book, I think that a lot of people will want the paper version to let the child hold, or to read to them at night, it's not the same reading from a computer), so, I have the proof that will be mailed to me soon, so I can see if it looks okay... I really hope it looks okay. It did in the pdf, but, computer stuffs can be so much problems....