Poetry for Demons

I know what life is because I have lost it many times

the dirges and prayers my mother will never hear from me

20 hrs ago • 

Kalli, Mother of Heretics

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October 2025

my fingers are a chalky white

and the lines on your hand say you are lost.

Oct 22 • 

Kalli, Mother of Heretics

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September 2025

sometimes I kiss a goddess

the prayers escaped my lips and the gods told her my secret: "I miss you all the time"

Sep 3 • 

Kalli, Mother of Heretics

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August 2025

i don't mind admiring something sacred from a distance

The world is still on fire my dear but I'm burning hotter than hell lately

Aug 15 • 

Kalli, Mother of Heretics

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July 2025

there are embers that I protect because I promised to do so until I die

yes, it burns my hands but it just doesn't hurt anymore

Jul 31 • 

Kalli, Mother of Heretics

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June 2025

/kalypso_keep/logs/letter_to_virii.txt

a decrypted message found in the basement of a discontinued morgue

Jun 26 • 

Kalli, Mother of Heretics

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i came out so we could play, but you keep running away

tumbling backwards down a dream or a memory of necromancy

Jun 23 • 

Kalli, Mother of Heretics

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now I stay easy to find hoping to be found

a Molotov cocktail of cult isolation, identity fuckery, and other scary stories to tell in the dark

Jun 20 • 

Kalli, Mother of Heretics

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by the liquor store near the last telephone booth in the city

I left notes all over this town but no one finds them

Jun 3 • 

Kalli, Mother of Heretics

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May 2025

i leave it out where it's easy to see

sometimes I like the cost.

May 9 • 

Kalli, Mother of Heretics

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April 2025

the tank is always near empty, but I'm not going that far

The city became the stars and there's no one left to tell

Apr 27 • 

Kalli, Mother of Heretics

I hate small talk, and they think I'm cute.

how the autism likes to present itself in my social life, a personal experience.

Apr 23 • 

Kalli, Mother of Heretics

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