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Peony
@peonyandinkbrush.bsky.social
✩ schrödinger's raccoon ✩ poet ✩ tail for fables & stories ✩ chaotic neutral ✩ pictorial soul in enjambment ✩ she/her ✩ 🇹🇼🇺🇸🕊️🍉
Could you bleach me out?
eternal sunshine, hush, love—
time to erase me.
February 20, 2026 at 8:26 PM
We are close, as in—
when we speak, distance dissolves
you’re where I belong.
January 21, 2026 at 7:41 PM
take me out today—
the garbage truck is coming,
I'm only refuse.
January 14, 2026 at 4:47 PM
grind my gears they say
enough with raccoon nonsense
but why leave trash out?
January 7, 2026 at 5:25 PM
everything’s for sale,
sell your dignity, soul, for—
trinkets and numbness.
December 28, 2025 at 5:27 PM
Yule log, hot cocoa,
rivendell lego and film,
my kind of Christmas.
December 25, 2025 at 11:34 PM
kindle the ashes
with art, kindness, and we reach—
for a hand, a heart.
December 24, 2025 at 6:03 PM
Don’t go to your ex,
hold up signs, pretend carols—
cringe, actually.
December 23, 2025 at 6:58 PM
I'm at the threshold
humanity and tech, where—
do we go from here?
December 22, 2025 at 8:04 PM
winter won't be cold,
if we tend the fire and share,
food, shelter, and love.
December 21, 2025 at 5:22 PM
You're the vine growing—
unwelcomed infestation
Fire will cleanse us both.
December 20, 2025 at 6:10 PM
fireflies in flight
tiny lanterns flashing light,
A friend for tonight.
December 19, 2025 at 5:05 PM
it’s late, don’t worry,
even if the moon is dim,
I’ve left the light on.
December 17, 2025 at 9:14 PM
minorities feud—
admission to ivy league
and legacy wins.
December 16, 2025 at 7:17 PM
‘Tis the season of
consumer dreams, bow on cars,
and that is holly
December 15, 2025 at 7:58 PM
I have scrolled too far
my feed fractures, strangers show
where did my friends go?
December 13, 2025 at 5:04 PM
what is my handle?
peony and ink brush, come—
befriend the raccoon.

(we’re showing signs of domestication. Get your raccoon friend today! 😆🫶🦝)
December 12, 2025 at 5:58 PM
I obsess over
words, metaphors, and meaning.
a poet’s pursuit.
December 10, 2025 at 11:19 PM
truth stretch to fiction
while your words take creative
directions with facts.
December 9, 2025 at 8:26 PM
What’s in my pocket?
it's a quiz, not a riddle.
know the difference.
December 8, 2025 at 1:55 AM
you are transparent
shallow water, pretend depth,
under-developed
December 6, 2025 at 7:30 PM
I will mull the dull
whenever I feel the cull
in my raccoon skull
December 5, 2025 at 7:28 PM
dog stares at the tree
presumes it's the owner, through
loving, cloudy eyes.
December 2, 2025 at 7:50 PM
Who is the raccoon
reflecting back at me there?
Oh, it's a mirror.
December 1, 2025 at 7:07 PM