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day 11: Pandora
THE ORIGINAL SILLY
she’s so funny to me like. yeah tragedy exists cause this one gal was like “what if i open up the Fucked Up Jar of Evil” /j
she kinda looks like a cat
this was somewhat on intention
ok uh what to say about her design. made it pink cause pink seems like a curious color. barbiecore thousands of years before Barbie was ever made
don’t have many other thoughts
I tell you:
I am that strange beast
Who licks the page clean of words like a dog in the desert.
I am the cryptid
Whose trailing fingers vanish ‘twixt the shadows
Of the bookstacks.
I am a monster of nihilistic apathy
Who bleeds out in galaxies and rococo
Egyptian Blue
And cochineal
And quercitron.
Empty eyes and trembling hands
Surefooted stumble-tongue
I sob in arias
And hiss in the deep places
Where sunlight cannot go.
Coffee and parchment and buckram and wine
I pad the yellow-barred darkness
And become so breathlessly human
In the face of a forgotten star-map
Gilded gold
Grown storied with time.
I kiss the lips of a thousand forgotten memories
And brush hands with ten thousand strangers
Whispering ceaselessly like mourning doves
And yellowed autumn falling all around the black colonnade of the woods.
I am the four-eyed thing covered in the blood of several pens
With a forked tongue and spidery fingers
And never enough hands
Who nests in the very quietest depths
Of this mahogany and marble crypt.
If you’re quiet,
You’re welcome to join me
In my necromantic joy.
Otherwise, mind yourself.
There are entities beyond the pale
That can sniff a trick at forty paces
And make a business of herding cats-
Or, colloquially, “scholars”.
Even Lovecraft himself would hesitate
Before crossing the likes
Of a librarian.
Between the lions-
Here there be dragons,
And the rigorous myriad evils of academia,
But also
Perhaps not so unexpectedly
A few motes of golden dust caught under the lid
Like the bubble of laughter
In a Mona Lisa smile.
Pandora’s Jar of Affects