https://blog.spacehey.com/user?id=2218162The most recent Blog Entries by the User "Mary-Kate" on SpaceHeyhttps://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2149686https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2149686You rot, And language fails you. Every syllable collapsing in your mouth Before it can mean anything. The dark is absolute, The end of all contrast, FeelTue, 21 Apr 2026 06:55:20 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2044847https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2044847          Corpses are supposed to rest. They’re supposed to decompose and return it's borrowed parts to the Earth. I feel like i’ve overstayed my welcome inside myself. Everyone keeps acting like this body is still occupied, and dreadfully, it is.           I wake up every day with that heavy, sour feeling you get when something organic has been left out too long. I can feel the process wanting to...Wed, 07 Jan 2026 06:39:01 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2025762https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2025762     Humoral theory is an outdated and archaic medical understanding of the human body. It's often mocked, and I can understand why! Things like bloodletting sound barbaric to the modern day. But there was actually some sort of logic to it, albeit incorrect.      The theory proposed that human health and behavior was determined by the balance of four bodily fluids, known as humors: Blood, phlegm, ...Mon, 22 Dec 2025 16:50:56 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2025513https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2025513    I see a lot of plague doctor interpretations that either lean into crow symbolism, or god forbid, actually makes them birds. They seem to be praised and revered in modern day, which always amused me.     Plague doctors weren't compared to crows or ravens during their own era. Contemporary comparisons leaned much more toward vultures, carrion birds, or outright agents of death. The crow/raven s...Mon, 22 Dec 2025 10:41:38 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2018035https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2018035     Apologies if I don't make much grammatical sense. I have a concussion and am struggling to write coherently.      All I ever want in life is to be a Renaissance man. A jack of all trades. To be able to do anything and everything in a skilled manner.       I can draw, I write, I'm a poet, I crochet, I clean bones, but it's not enough. It's never enough. I'm in a constant pursuit of knowledge t...Mon, 15 Dec 2025 19:47:32 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2009272https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2009272           In honor of my current illness, I am writing again, and if you do not like it, you should stop reading but you will not!  You never do. People pretend to have boundaries and then wander straight past them like sleepwalkers. Anyway, I am sick and therefore qualified to speak on sickness. More qualified than usual! Praise!Mon, 08 Dec 2025 06:15:38 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2005896https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2005896          Have you ever read Dickens? Or rather, have you ever sat down and attempted to sift through the garbage pile called classic literature?            Every time I pick up one of his novels, I feel like I’m agreeing to shove fifty pieces of gum in my mouth. He uses so many words to say absolutely nothing. Paragraphs upon paragraphs, and sentences the length of sauropods. It's a headache, a c...Fri, 05 Dec 2025 10:02:52 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2002672https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2002672          I spend an embarrassing amount of time obsessing over the idea of being “good.”           Good in the moral sense, the cosmic sense, the stupid mundane sense of doing no harm, making no mess, causing no disturbance. A harmless creature. A quiet creature. A well-behaved little critter.           But the problem is that “good” doesn’t exist.           If morals are subjective, then good is...Tue, 02 Dec 2025 15:52:17 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1993707https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1993707✦ Blog Index ✦ a small archive for the sake of organization ·• 𖤐 𓄿 𖤐 •· ✧ POETRY ✧        Mon, 24 Nov 2025 20:06:51 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1991778https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1991778"Scissors," never "scissor,"  my mother would say to me. For halves are born as partners, and partners meant to be. Two spirits yoked in metal,  in duty intertwined. Their covenant unbroken,Sun, 23 Nov 2025 03:25:16 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1985065https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1985065          I sat so still I nearly petrified, frozen in my own filth and mundanity. Hours passed like bugs, laying eggs in the soft meat of my mind. I felt them hatch, I named a few. I caught them in a box, then gassed with raid spray.           A time infestation in my home, gross.           There's nothing to do but marinate in myself. In the hungry, hollow hum of a brain that won’t shut up. Thou...Sun, 16 Nov 2025 23:21:02 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1978260https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1978260In corridors of candle-smoke and rooms of wilted white, I met a gentle wanderer: the anthropophagite. His boots were stitched of funeral cloth, his coat of evening’s gloom, And round his throat a ribbon hung, still scented faint of tomb. He spoke in sighs of silted skies,Mon, 10 Nov 2025 22:51:28 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1977406https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1977406     They say “patience is a virtue,” but that’s what jailers say to the jailed. I’ve been patient enough to fossilize. I can feel myself hardening, cell by cell, like amber around a bug that used to be me. My caretaker calls it love. I call it SICK preservation.      Yes, I was made to rot, but I was also made to move. I’ll go however I can. Plane, bus, thumb... The method doesn’t matter. Movemen...Mon, 10 Nov 2025 05:24:13 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1977144https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=19771441. Tetris 2. The color slate blue 3. The word "preposterous" 4. The juggling emoji 🤹 5. My cat 6. Cigarette smoke 7. Cicada chirping 8. Being outside in rain 9. Tornados 10. Lavender incense 11. Medical studies 12. Replicas of old surgical tools 13. Paperback books with yellowed pages and rips in the cover 14. My frogMon, 10 Nov 2025 00:40:19 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1972129https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1972129     You are not in the continuum. You ARE the continuum. Don't you understand? You don’t enter reality like a polite guest wiping thy feet upon the mat. Nay, you bleed into it. You drag your trembling little soul across the floorboards of existence and call it “ being alive .” Precious! Laughable! A jest fit for the gods !      You think you're apart from the noise, yet you are the very hum itsel...Wed, 05 Nov 2025 18:07:43 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1965507https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1965507     How revolting that I must exist like this! This cage of meat... This sweating, seething, sagging mass of weakness.       My flesh offends me. It leaks, it bruises, it clings, it bleeds when bitten and swells when shamed. I bite my nails until I bloom red, peel the skin from my lips like old wallpaper, dig crescents into my arms just to confirm I’m here. That I’m not merely a tumor that’s grow...Thu, 30 Oct 2025 21:14:12 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1957139https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1957139          I don't remember most of my childhood. The parts I do remember, I'm unsure if they're truth. I trick myself rather often.            My father was at work all the time. Despite living in the same household, I didn’t know him.            He was one of those men who believed presence could be substituted with provision. He worked long hours, came home late, never greeted me. When he did sp...Thu, 23 Oct 2025 05:23:33 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1952116https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1952116Originally found by the railroad. @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Source+Serif+4:ital,opsz,wght@0,8..60,200..900;1,8..60,200..900&display=swap'); body { font-family: "Source Serif 4", serif; background-color: #3d2b1f; background-image: url(https://i.postimg.cc/Gt9629fp/istock-106458303-843ba02d63468d24d91ccce94695ca44-2000-Sat, 18 Oct 2025 19:51:07 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1951974https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1951974     How strange it is, that I can have all this inside my person, but you read it as just poetry.      My words aren’t meant to be understood, are they? They’re meant to be screenshotted, cropped, and shared with serif fonts and cigarette filters. Placed between quotation marks for teenagers to repost and say, “wow, cool.”      Perhaps that’s my fault. Maybe I made my wounds too pretty. I dressed...Sat, 18 Oct 2025 16:31:07 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1947882https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1947882        Because you aren’t vulnerable enough!         You can string together the prettiest phrases in the world, twist metaphors until they glitter, but if there’s no soul in it, then it's as good as decor.         People mistake beauty for meaning all the time. They think if the words sound nice, they must be deep. But depth doesn’t come from the dictionary; it comes from dissection!         You...Tue, 14 Oct 2025 21:50:20 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1947677https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1947677        In the same sense that I eat rotten food knowing I’ll vomit, I search for friendship knowing I’ll hate it. It’s ritual, religion, recursion... self-cannibalism disguised as connection. I feed on what festers. I feast on what fails. Every bite, every bond, another form of decay politely plated.         I crave what nauseates me because it’s familiar, because it’s mine. Because when I’m sick...Tue, 14 Oct 2025 18:33:47 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1946666https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1946666     I wasn't sure whether to post an update, it feels rather silly to create a whole blog post on this matter. But, I know a few of you care enough to wonder. So, for those who don't have access to my bulletins:      Many of my entries are gone now. I can't say I'm surprised, it was inevitable. The ones that mattered, I've kept safe elsewhere.      I've moved to Dreamwidth. I'll try to crosspost ...Mon, 13 Oct 2025 21:17:47 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1944862https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1944862I press, I part, I permit them to plunge, my cavern, my womb, where whispers unhinge; maggots meander, murmur, melt and mingle, sliding, seeping, slicked in sacral tingle. They coil, they curl, they claim, they creep, my hollowed hallways, my vestibule deep; flesh folds flush, fervent, fervid, and fine, trembling tendrils twist through each sinew, each spine. I sip, I sigh, the sultry, soft swarm,Sun, 12 Oct 2025 10:21:22 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1938014https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1938014     People love purity. Clean clothes, clean morals, clean girl. Everything shiny, everything safe, everything polite. They love when you scrub yourself down until you’re palatable, until there’s nothing left to stain. Funny how “pure” starts to sound like “empty” after a while.      Purity is a performance. A theater of the sterile, a ballet of the unbearable. They call it respect, reverence, an...Mon, 06 Oct 2025 06:34:10 +0000https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1935127https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1935127I want to speak in tongues the maggots taught me. I want to swallow syllables until language sours. I held a rotten chop in my palm. It pulsed like a dying heartbeat, the skin bloated, seeping. But it wasn't alive. Inside was a tremor, pale coils of maggots. I tasted putrefaction. Iron, wet earth, broken promises. They were alive, writhing in my fingers, a language I understood when words fled. I ...Fri, 03 Oct 2025 18:07:12 +0000