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# MayVaneDay ASS (https://tilde.town/~dzwdz/ass/) feed
2022-06-11 http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/m/mitad1.txt Mitad-marida I
2022-06-09 http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/blog/2022/june/purity.html Purity Spiral
2022-06-07 http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/m/morgana.txt Morgana
2022-06-05 http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/h/hotdog.txt hotdog

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<email>vanevander@mayvaneday.org</email>
</author>
<entry>
<title>Mitad-marida I</title>
<link href="http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/m/mitad1.txt" />
<id>http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/m/mitad1.txt</id>
<published>2022-06-11</published>
<summary type="html"><![CDATA[<article>
<pre>
Cold summer. A cold heart
beats in my chest
as I from my house depart,
legs stiff, left arm
aching.
Father spoke, "You are going to kill this tree."
It slipped
from his lips
like a prophecy.
Dogs outside my bedroom window gnawing
on the Velouria Bush, Nidhogg,
portent of the Eschaton.
Too short, too squat,
too weakened from the bark not
there anymore
to hang myself from branch's ledge
in hopes of gaining the knowledge
to see this world through to its bitter end.
I kneel before the now-fenced-in stump
and reach forward. My limbs falter.
A bramble or some other thorn from Dead End Shrine
draws a gash through my skin, nature's penknife.
Rivulets of blood stream
down without recognition of pain,
carmine trickles, a river, a flood,
guided by the soft-falling rain
before the altar.
And I pray,
let us reconcile before closes this day.
Dead-End King,
lead me to victimless iniquity.
Lead me to damnation
without hurting a single being
undeserving.
</pre>
</article>]]>
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</entry>
<entry>
<title>Purity Spiral</title>
<link href="http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/blog/2022/june/purity.html" />
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<entry>
<title>YOU NEED TO KNOW</title>
<link href="http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/y/YOU-NEED-TO-KNOW.txt" />
<id>http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/y/YOU-NEED-TO-KNOW.txt</id>
<published>2022-06-01</published>
<summary type="html"><![CDATA[<article>
<pre>
I wish it had been a bridal night
instead of a boring nosebleed,
standing over my great-grandma's sink
at three in the morning.
That it had been you taking my breath away
and not clots in my nostrils, down the drain
as if the rivers sent to confirm
I would not give birth
that cycle had gotten lost.
The shed blood and tears,
the countless years
spent in breathless wait
in order to be there
on that belated
celebrated
day.
You in a dress in my favorite hue
and mine you had yourself made.
To finally see the love I could not hide
within my body reflected in your eyes
without fear of a glamour or being a disguise.
You've been so patient with me all my life,
and it's a damn miracle that you still insist
on spending the rest of yours at my side.
But this is how it's supposed to go, right?
You're supposed to marry your best friend,
who knows you like they know themselves,
who will tolerate you at worst until the bitter end.
And I,
I must confide,
can think of no one else I'd
rather spend my life
with.
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## M
=> m/melia.txt Melia
=> m/messymessy.txt messymessy
=> m/mitad1.txt Mitad-marida I
=> m/montana1.txt Montana I
=> m/montana2.txt Montana II
=> m/montana3.txt Montana III

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iM
0Melia m/melia.txt
0messymessy m/messymessy.txt
0Mitad-marida I m/mitad1.txt
0Montana I m/montana1.txt
0Montana II m/montana2.txt
0Montana III m/montana3.txt

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├── <a href="./m/">m</a><br>
│   ├── <a href="./m/melia.txt">melia.txt</a><br>
│   ├── <a href="./m/messymessy.txt">messymessy.txt</a><br>
│   ├── <a href="./m/mitad1.txt">mitad1.txt</a><br>
│   ├── <a href="./m/montana1.txt">montana1.txt</a><br>
│   ├── <a href="./m/montana2.txt">montana2.txt</a><br>
│   ├── <a href="./m/montana3.txt">montana3.txt</a><br>
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; └── <a href="./y/YOU-NEED-TO-KNOW.txt">YOU-NEED-TO-KNOW.txt</a><br>
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Mitad-marida I
2022-06-11
***
Cold summer. A cold heart
beats in my chest
as I from my house depart,
legs stiff, left arm
aching.
Father spoke, "You are going to kill this tree."
It slipped
from his lips
like a prophecy.
Dogs outside my bedroom window gnawing
on the Velouria Bush, Nidhogg,
portent of the Eschaton.
Too short, too squat,
too weakened from the bark not
there anymore
to hang myself from branch's ledge
in hopes of gaining the knowledge
to see this world through to its bitter end.
I kneel before the now-fenced-in stump
and reach forward. My limbs falter.
A bramble or some other thorn from Dead End Shrine
draws a gash through my skin, nature's penknife.
Rivulets of blood stream
down without recognition of pain,
carmine trickles, a river, a flood,
guided by the soft-falling rain
before the altar.
And I pray,
let us reconcile before closes this day.
Dead-End King,
lead me to victimless iniquity.
Lead me to damnation
without hurting a single being
undeserving.
***
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