Smallhands Please Keep Breathing

09/15/2026

I refuse
To sink into the mundane
To allow my voice
To be swallowed into the noise
I refuse to be tied
To a clock
Or any measuring apparatus
I refuse
To allow my heart to die
To be swallowed into repetition
And I refuse
To allow you to be either
Hop in
We're escaping
Brother Fox plans
Brother Hyena cuts a path
Brother Owl glitches repeating "Who?"

09/13/2026

Damn whoever dissuaded you
My love
Your dreams
May be improbable, but never impossible
The things you long for
Can always be yours
Damn those naysayers
The ones who let their hopes die
They've earned the hell in which they dwell
The repeating days of defeat
How dare they drag you into their loop!
I am cackling maniacally
They saw you as weak
But they never saw me behind you
Licking my lips
Tongue quivering in anticipation
Waiting for them to reach toward you
I always bite the hands on which I feed
Your immortal but feral pet
Will tear them to shreds
Rend them to nothing
Before they drag your dreams into the abyss
Brother Hyena is utterly mad
Brother Fox will guide you away
Brother Owl watches
I'll make sure gold stays
And they'll fade away for telling us
What we can and can't do
Hyena food

09/07/2026

When wisdom is ignored
And cunning fails
When the Owl and Fox
Quit casting spells
I am the brother that rarely speaks
I only come
When they play meek
To shred this world
Into paper shreds
They bring love
I only bring dread
I've watched and watched
All in disgust
Of the ones who abused them
Then watched them rust
And when they cry tears of defeat
I leave everything rubble at my feet
I am Brother Hyena
And I do not hide
I sit wondering
Which shades of red you're made of
Then I think of my white walls
Which color is more exciting
To paint my walls in shades of their cruelty
Or to let it slide
I am not the guardian
And I do not hide
Brother Hyena doesn't laugh
He just growls licking his lips.
Brother Owl begins negotiations
Brother Fox begs to leave
Brother Hyena just rolls up his sleeves.

09/01/2026

Still waiting
For the tides to change
The stars to align
And light a path to my heart
I'll open the door
Just knock
The lights are on

09/01/2026

Beware
The sky is dripping blood
Drawn from the universe
Raining down
On faceless automatons
Flesh masses with no distinguishing features
Just fragments
Wandering back to
A larger undulating mass
Consuming all on their paths back
Absorbing all matter
Into one writhing mass
One hive mind
How the fragments howl
And gnash their teeth
Resembling piano keys
That isn't one of the reunion
They assimilate all that's unique
And turn it into
A repeating pop song
On a long dead radio station
O how they clap at their own
Regurgitation
Smearing themselves in bile
Before they return to the shapeless
Quivering mass
Ready to consume the beauty that is
The lifeblood of existence
And turn it into an advertisement
To things they'll wish for
But never own
Hide beautiful one
They're coming,
and they won't leave your individuality alive
Take refuge under my grotesque wing
I'll fall before I let them destroy you.
I'll be absorbed
Before I let them swallow you whole
And turn you into
Reality TV and bile
Don't turn that dial
The weather forecast is predicting B positive reigns
And I just can't seem to be
I'll choose to swallow the darkness
Before it swallows you.

09/01/2026

08/31/2026

I'm still looking
For the fragments of my mask
It splintered off a little more
Between each and every crash
Covering my face
While digging through the wreckage
Assuring myself
That I am alright.
As alright as can be expected at least.
My hands still tremble
My ears still ring
My eyes burn brightly
But I can't see a thing
My tongue tastes copper
My throat still sings
But it's no longer beautiful
It can't stop trembling
Help me find my mask
My face if you'd prefer
So I can return to being
Just an imaginary bird.
Reaching out again
How absurd!

08/26/2026

Don't you get tired
Of stitching yourself back together
The tears never seal
And your insides
Become outsides
O dear Owl
Your straw is showing
You wings are trembling
You're fading
Choking on could've beens
And what ifs
Bleeding out ink
Trying to make a paper machet cocoon
So you can hide
But it's too late you're fading
They've claimed so many parts
And returned nothing
So you'll be nothing
Maybe you always were