i want to live on pluto
and inherit from him the world’s uncertainty:
live life in a year’s meager fraction,
make snow cones that never melt,
become nearly weightless
and one-third ice.
gracelessly i glide on patches of ice,
hopskotching the moons of pluto
and drifting into nothing, weightless,
contemplating distant blues with such uncertainty
my blood refuses to melt;
my fingers twitch in fractions.
my bones, too, fraction
and my eyelashes get tipped with ice;
numb lips whisper “melt,”
but he refuses: pluto,
with no uncertainty,
makes my head weightless.
my whole life i’ve wanted to be weightless,
to stop be
Hi! I saw you joined a role-play group and figured I share with you a rp group about wolves: If you can't draw wolves, don't worry, there isn't much drawing involved, and we don't judge anyway <3 Hope to see you there! <3