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poem for a tragic son
and around every corner is the same night on repeat — sir babygirl
ANOTHER HAUNTED HOUSE. the world is pulsing, bright, birds hurling greetings across branches an aliveness that cuts to the heart with a knife that twists and still the heart keeps beating. keeps you breathing past a sudden splash of water, thunderous, past a boy dead and drowning. you’re not a killer. who do you think you are, really? open your eyes into a mirror and see paper white blankness staring back. light falling through you now, a ghost haunting his own life a kid in a sheet waving at the sky.
Yes, I put writing about Kendall Roy of Succession fame in your inbox. Logan refuses to drop dead and now nobody can have fun. For context, I wrote this after the Season 2 finale and before Jordan and I had begun Season 3. Unfortunately I do enjoy Kendall’s character and think it is funny to point and laugh at him. Like ‘my poor little meow meow’ except that I do not claim him and he is more rich and pathetic than anything else so it’s more like 'somebody else’s rich pathetic meow meow’. Should’ve taken the money and gotten out!
Originally a response to an escapril prompt, which I’m on my third year of attempting. Why is it 14 lines and therefore sonnet-esque? Who knows. Stream Ley’s Kendall Roy Haunted House mv <3