also spilled ick

[ -Taps mic- Is this thing on?
Oye, it’s a bit saddening when I see fanfics or artwork portraying Dark as this… sleazy, boundaries breaking, lust driven asshole. Saw an excerpt from what I’m assuming is a fanfic in the Dark Link tag— ‘ol boy kept constantly trying to get Zelda to kiss him, and she wasn’t having it, but he couldn’t take no for an answer. It was borderline creepy. Maybe I’m just biased because I have a personal connection to Dark Link in general (for obvious reasons), but… why? I get he’s supposed to be the “evil version of Link,” and embodies all of Link’s negative emotions and qualities, but… why that? Why slap this super extreme, negative reputation on him? I dunno… just… irritates me a bit, I guess. ]

she is a poet who stoops to cheap metaphor.
she stands up in poetry readings in coffee shops and libraries
and other places with cherry wood coffee tables, armchairs
with strange prints, men with horn tipped glasses
and shy stuttering smiles.
she peels off her jacket.
her pants, her shirt, she steps out of her underwear,
unzips her boots, leaves her socks
curled like quotation marks on the floor in front of her.
her thong is a question mark.
she removes her earrings
her necklace,
her grandmother’s wristwatch,
a small pile of gold glinting underneath soft amber light.
doesn’t shiver.
the bra flung on a book cart.
she unbuttons her skin, carefully.
her heart is ugly. she plops it on the table,
then removes her lungs.
her spine leans against the bookshelf.
her skull placed in a stranger’s hand.
they are fascinated.
not by the careful deconstruction
but by the spindly fingerbones,
the practiced and unstuttering way
they peel everything apart.