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To Be Beloved
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To Be Beloved

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September 20, 2022
Impressionist painting of fruit including figs and pomegranates
Still Life With Figs, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 19th-20th c.

V.C. Blackhouse is a queer disabled writer from the Appalachian…

I will love you like a god
cradle you close
swaddle you in silks and
crown you in
glory in
misery
Will strip away the flesh I hold
dear and press chips of bark to the
newborn, burn-bright muscle
beneath until you are scaled
body as lithe as the
serpent that foretold my
hunger for your tears as one
speaks of a coming storm
Live off of the olives that weigh
down your hair, the mint
dripping from your fingertips, the
figs that sprout from your limbs
Draw a comb of bone through the
crocus petals
falling down your moon-scythe
spine
Take your death-tender
corpse, gather your
blood in the goblet of my
palms, pass it through my
fingers
Watch it blossom into
wine.
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V.C. Blackhouse is a queer disabled writer from the Appalachian Mountains. Their work focuses on themes of horror, embodiment, love, and their overlap. V.C.’s first mini chapbook, Pieces of the Sky, is coming soon from Sword & Kettle Press. They can be found @vcblackhouse on Twitter.

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