Ryan Cook
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WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU ARE NOW CURSED.
EVEN IF YOU ONLY LOOKED AT THE WORD WARNING—YOU ARE STILL CURSED
This is not fake. I repeat, NOT a joke. 44 people have died already (including me!!!!).
Continue reading or you (and your crush) WILL die!!!!!!!
There is this girl named ??????
She has silky golden hair, EVEN HER PUBES! NO nipple hair!!!!
And huge green doe eyes that shine like gemstones.
DID I MENTION THAT SHE IS DEAD!?!???
Her “friends” pushed her into a sewer hole
So jealous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
she broke her
Neck
and tore her nose RIGHT OFF
Cr*p and Blood everywhere!!!!
She now takes the flesh of ANYONE
who thinks they are safe
I know, It’s just a stupid chain right?
Well, I’ve warned you before...
Don’t be as stubborn as !!!!!!!...
!!!!! received this mail just as you did, didn’t take it seriously... so !!!!!! simply deleted it... That night, !!!!! was taking her shower when !!!! saw this monstrous thing... he fell and had a brain tumor for the rest of her life...
YOU’VE TOO FAR IN!!!!!!!!!!
KEEP READING!!!!!!!!!!!
>>Here is how
>>>She begins:
>>> She will cut you
>>>carefully
>>>Starting with the tongue so you
>>>Can’t talk
>>>Speak:
AH AH AH
>>>Then your sex
>>>showing you how much you hate it
AHA HA HA AH AH AH
>>>Weeks go by like this
>>You have no tongue
>>>can’t tell anyone.
>>>You become
>>> Jealous of friends
>>you hate
>> your chin stubble OH NO . You want
>>>Green doe eyes. You want
>>no nipple hair OH NO
>>>You walk down the street >>>eyeliner smudged
>>Avoiding sewer holes
>>clutching pepper spray
>>>She waits for you to come home
>>where she inhabits your bedsheets, your closet
>your mirror
>>> she dresses you up in your most expensive romper
>>> demands you are her “little doll”
>>>>>>>>Her rotten ribs snag on the drywall
>>>>>>>>>>> SHE
asks you why you paint your nails.
Asks why your breasts are so small
>>>>She laughs while you cut your kneecap shaving.
>>>>> she believes that trying is useless
>>> you will always be a guy in a dress
FORWARD THIS POEM TO FIVE (5) OF YOUR FRIENDS IN THE NEXT SEVEN MINUTES OR TONIGHT YOU WILL HERE A KNOCK ON YOUR WINDOW AND IT WILL BE THE GIRL!!!
IF YOU SEND TO 6 PPL YOU MIGHT PASS !!!!
15 ppl.. and ur crush will kiss you on the cheek
30 ppl.. and your crush will do MUCH more
So quick, pass this on….
?
?
BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE...
NO SEND BACKS**
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Sea
a Trans*verse birth
Asu was birthed, as most new creatures are,
a bloodied glint of riptide, hellbent on thrashing
but the process of extraction was queer
for Asu was anchored in their own flesh,
a tethered oblong, a muscle minus killing its
mother had to be drugged up for mercy
epidural surfed through waves of sound
water, slow birth plagued the mother’s thoughts
“please pull this monster out,” the doctor
sought another route: peeling back
cuticles and proximal folds, he breached
beneath the under-toenail cracked
in two to pull Asu out from the foot, big toe
jagged keratin cliffs split and snapped
when he grabbed Asu’s skull and tugged
an ear, two eyes, a cock came out, the orb
still swollen fat—a metastasizing meatball, that menace
sun, and everyone—except for Asu—wept
Proprioception
In my dream, I was an avatar of you.
I was a she.
like you, I was suspended on a hook of my own
voice. The syntactical meat locker
Each gate a face to enter:
Subject, Verb, Object;
Splayed out, made up, triaged within
their aching. Sentences are a body
of their own.
Darling Ishtar,
the minute I try to carve out
bits of myself into a sentence
I begin again—
is this what you went through too?
The object of subjective deterioration.
Your threshold merely a fiction to the deed;
a fractured facsimile of desire.
Follicles grow: the subject,
I object briefly,
the verb remains dangerously seen;
you are known
in some instances,
in others you are used—
that is how the story works. But
when I crack into the ground’s outer
membrane to come for you.
Verb- to descend-arrive
at your folly, I can—I will
Know how to
About the Author
Ryan Cook (they/them) is a genderqueer Brooklyn-based poet/bookseller. They specialize in digital and trans mythology, and have been published in Thimble Lit Magazine. Find their latest website project by connecting to the website https://threshold-poem.github.io/ or by searching @RyanCookpoetry.