An Unfortunate Cookie The only fortunes my family is okay with wasting are the fortune cookies we receive after we pay the bill at a Chinese restaurant. I crush them as much as I can until the plastic bag it’s in pops. I take out the slip of paper with the red ink that stamps empty promises accompanied by lucky numbers that were never lucky enough to win me the lottery. Then I toss the cookie into the decorative koi pond. I have more fun feeding them than feeding myself. - Sappy
dichotomous nothing
the air bleeds
honey cough syrup
stirred by a Southern wind
winding ribbons around the soul
symphonies around suffering
boxed up in pairs
sweet like pears
the taste of bitters on my tongue
lick the surface of starving minds
tired bones buried
deep
in the earth
dormant dead and dusted
dreaming of something better
than sallow skin
bone marrow chipping in
to make days of dichotomous nothing
will there ever be something
Serenity I’m grateful that a piano can absorb ugly and form beauty. My hands sink into the weighted keys, my foot onto the pedal. It’s cold and hard to the touch but smooth and glossy. It endures my beatings and rage, a secret only we share, impossible to expose. & by the end, the weight on my chest has left me. - Sappy
Content Warning: Mentions of suicide, abusive relationships
I’ll meet you there
I’ll climb down to hell
with its flat plains and dry heat
to reach you
not to save you
but to die there with you
I’ll swallow what I’m drowning in
and find you at the bottom
a swollen face
apart from vitality
I’ll fill a bathtub to the lip
feed the wire three feet
into the socket
on the other side
of bubbles and brutal force
track my end in beats of five
on the railroad
until the engine begs
and I spill open
on the grass
I’ll kick my feet
to tighten the rope
a necklace just for you
a party favor
that never loosens
I’ll host the funeral service
an open casket
for all to see
a blackened pit
and the soul
you never took from me
hello arts ink. I have taken over…this is my first post ever….watch out….
my comic is about things i find on the ground on campus bc i always feel sad bc they’re left behind.
pic of smashed ted the bear below…
From A Poor Secret Admirer Probably I’m determined to become rich with loving memories of you and I. Unlike money, love can’t be measured, so prove you love me with a savings account of romantic adventures: Front-row seats to a symphony of your snores and whispers. A limited edition perfume of your morning breath. A proposal so sweet it’s topped off with a ring pop. A honeymoon lavishly decorated with your goofy smile. Yes, I confess I’m a gold digger. I’m greedy to live a broke life with unbroken love. If you’re okay with that, won’t you be my lover, my clearance aisle breadwinner? - Sappy
