THIS IS CALLED DYING GROUND - IVI

this is called dying ground

by ivi

i. the body is an officer of death this daughter, ill-omened the art of war is an art of (silence) mouths unmade for sweetness and bitter words best swallowed there is no beautiful language we wage untitled wars

ii. i am a creature of folklore neither filial nor daughter a daughter-shaped boy empress-born and dragon-bodied a dragon-shaped spearhead lovely,

(like sin)

iii. tell me how to love without surrender tell me how to love these bloodred scales and speak your wounds— fucking kiss them life is just different hurts one after another, the dragon, teeth to tail, and i am not a girl! i scream and you eye me (hungry) all the while