I'll probably try to make this into a commission some day. I imagine anthro Levy in waist deep waters, viewed from above with their arm outstretched and pouring gold from their slashed up arm, the other claw having some of it on the claws. A pool of it in the water around them and trailing up through the waters to the top of the image off screen. I haven't done such things to myself in a long time now, but the thoughts occasionally boil up to the surface and I just imagine art about it as a way to vent it out. I have promises to keep..but doesn't make it any easier. I just wish I didn't feel so alone some days.


Worthless//Gold

I'm begging to know how to
Can I comprehend how to
Exchange all this worthless gold
Within my veins

I spill it endlessly into an ocean
That does not return in waves
Like a one way ticket redemption
These veins only go one way

The glistening glow shows how
It shines within until it runs
Moving my body deeper into
The waves that drag me out to sea

Turning the gold into worthless
Like a tragedy of oil spilt in vein
Burning on the surface and
Drowning beneath the glow