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🦊LynnPeyo🐲
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Prepare for intermittent madness, mysticism, witchery, poetry and four legged companions.

I thrive with the Stygian.
Peeking through the veils, conversing with those who dwell beyond 🌊
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🦊LynnPeyo🐲 @lynnpeyo.bsky.social · Jul 7
Inc

#poetry #poem
[Inc] He’s in the spaces between my waking and my dreaming Between my breaths and my heartbeats, when I break at the seams and he’s existing right there when I wake with a yearning When he’s pressed, unseen, but felt, in the burning just behind my ear. My lips are shut tight a small effort of defiance —these names of his shall not be leaving my sweat laced lips tonight But my chest is heaving, and my skin is cleaving And in every rift between, he has laced himself with shadow and dream.
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
“She’s looking #chic behind that #red #screen, doesn’t she.”
“Oh, yeah. Should see her after a night of customers.”
“Why? Glamour faded?”
“Opposite. She’s right out luminous from all the clients she’s sucked.”
“You mean…”
“Yupp. True vamp, that one. Insatiable.”

#vss365 #WIPSnips #whistpr
December 5, 2025 at 9:49 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
#vss365 #whistpr #WIPSnips
#chivalrous #chivalry #dominant #snail #poetry
Chivalry is dead? But have you ever seen Have you ever met An elephant any less dominant A giant covering tusks hovering before the trail of a garden snail. This is it, that is that, kindness between flat ears and a sheer soft and silken nose. That, I say, is pretty close.
December 4, 2025 at 6:42 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
Oh but wait, there’s more!
I really wanted to add some #poetry to the prose, and so it happened.
Here’s another one for the #vss365 train #aphotic and #whistpr #perch

I call it “In Tow” 🌊
My heart, it perches at the rusted verge of trust — a concept foreign to someone whose chains are as familiar as the rising sun. It had only just begun to know its own beat, differentiate it from the sweet and calm echo of your caress, wherein lies my true distress. I used to know every crack of this aphotic sunken wreck, the chaotic corners of grief were a lonely, but safe reef in the depths of my stormy sea. Did you hear it, that plea? I’ve always wanted to share it just never dared to dare it, and now you’re here and I don’t know, with everything I’ve got in tow, just how to let you in, maybe I’ll just have to let you win.
December 2, 2025 at 8:52 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
Is it a cold December where you are? The days here in the north are almost entirely #aphotic now.
Here’s my bit for #vss365 #WIPSnips #whistpr #percent #perch
For a creature this entangled with the shadow world, I had expected for his eyes to be void of light. I had expected something like black marbles, no reflection, just two vortexes that will suck your life force away, the longer you look at them. Something dark and appropriately dangerous. Instead, they were anything but aphotic. They were bright, in their darkness. There were lights, playing in the depths of them. Like slow, liquid lightning playing behind thunderclouds, changing colours like birds of paradise when perched in the light, then dipping into shadow. Something about the colour sequence felt so familiar to me. I say sequence, yet I noticed no pattern. Golden, green, blue, sometimes a fleck of reddish orange whenever I said something that would make him choose to hold his tongue, instead of prod at trauma. Moments like these, when they seemed struck by some mysterious light source from behind his irides, and were directed at me, and me only, moments like these I simply was unable to look away. I tried telling myself it was because that light in fact made them more dangerous than if they had been soulless orbs, and I needed to keep a close eye on them, but somehow I knew, I was just kidding myself. Any reasons I could make up to keep staring at him were silly excuses. Excuses that served me much more than they did him, for he knew, without fail, and to my chagrin, when I was not being honest. His voice was low, just a whisper dripping from the night. "What is it you are seeing in my eyes tonight, my little disaster?" His question made me realise the obvious: when you gaze at eyes, they tend to look back. I clenched my teeth. "I'm trying to figure out what you're plotting." This was not dishonesty. He chuckled. A short flicker of orange told me he knew exactly that, while it was not dishonest, it wasn't the entire truth either. And yet, he had generously decided not to tease me about it. The orange got swallowed up by a billowing wave of cerulean blue, and it felt like a piece of my soul was getting tugged at. I swallowed. Had I really been staring at his eyes all this time? I could not remember a moment that I was not. I felt something hot crawling up my spine. And still, I did not dare look away when he leaned in the tiniest of fractions. Not close enough to touch, not at all. But the proximity of his eyes made it seem intimate nonetheless. I felt the sudden need to defend every percent of my space. "Don't... Stay where you are... not... closer..." Even I understood that, if all I could muster was random stammering, it was far better to keep my mouth shut. So I shut it, embarrassed. "Aha," he simply said. I almost expected some sort of 'instructions unclear', but he did stay put. Neither leaning in further, nor giving up the space I had mistakenly thought of as mine. I took a deep breath, then blew it out aiming at his face. He grinned more. Did he time his inhale? Fuck that. I took another, quick and bracing breath, and repeated myself. "Well? What is it you're plotting, then?" He laughed, distant thunder across mountains, and, finally, leaned back. "Oh just your eternal demise and surrender." I am still not sure if the surging feeling of my soul leaving my body was due to his words, or the fact that while he was saying it so casually, his eyes were finally leaving mine, and a moment after, he disappeared into the shadows. It felt like something I hadn't known I needed was being ripped away, and it would not return during the entirety of his absence. And I wanted to hate myself for every goddamn second of it. Lynn Peyo
December 2, 2025 at 8:07 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
Good evening BlueSky.
Do your fingers sometimes do what they want? I had in mind to write one thing, out came something entirely different.
Well. These two won’t leave me alone just yet.

#vss365 #suave
#whistpr #mask
#WIPSnips #belong
“You need to stop this.” “This? This being what?” “Whatever makes everyone flock to you like you’re some goddamn idol.” He couldn’t help but snicker at the word ‘goddamn’. He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Ah yes. I may be damned, but I am no idol.” She raised her eyebrows. “Yeah no, I said like,” then shook her head, “I don’t know. You’re just too smooth I guess.” A dry, short laugh. “Aye. Well. It’s all part of the mask.” She looked at him wordlessly, the way she did when questions swarmed her mind. He shrugged. “You know. Suave and confident, all powerful, mischievous, dangerous… all that,” he gestured. “It’s part of the play, the mask.” A sudden discomfort flooded over her. Why did it sound he was rejecting about everything he had ever been, to her? Was it all just an act? She had felt a strange sense of security in the predictability of him being… impossibly frustrating. She hated it, but it also felt… home. It felt that with one casual sentence, the walls in that home had began to crack. She shifted uncomfortably. “Uh… but… I mean… that is you, no? It’s not just a mask, you are that?” Again, he shrugged. “Maybe I am. Maybe I am not. Which mask are you wearing today?” She blinked. “Writer? Warden? World-Walker? Witch? Woman?”, he enumerated, “…Human?” The last made her flinch. “I am that.” “Possibly. Are you all at the same time? Or are you switching masks?” “Huh…” “They all belong to you. If you choose them to. However, are they you?” “I thought so. Are you asking me of my essence?” “Mmhm.” “What do you think my essence is?” He smiled softly and tilted his head. “You, in essence, are something precious.” In one smooth motion, he closed the space between them, two fingers lifting her chin to meet his eyes. And when he noticed her breath hitch, he added quietly “Something… that belongs to me.” Lynn Peyo
December 1, 2025 at 10:57 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
Good evening, brooders.
How has your weekend been?
Blessed with letters and rhyme? ✨
Reach out if you like, I don’t - typically - bite.

My contribution to today’s prompts, and to interrupt my prose.
#Whistpr #home
#Vss365 #last
#WipSnips #number
#FromOneLine “I didn’t write this”
#poetry
I didn’t write this, I never would, never could, never can you know. You really did me a number on this, when I slumber, something’s amiss, I walk a black coast, foaming sea I reach out for ghosts, they call out to me: ‘You cannot go back.’ Nor can I leave To put it simple, put it brief, what I feel cannot be real, cannot be true, please say it, too, it can’t possibly last it happened too fast, I should run, I should drown, because you, you are the only thing that feels like home.
November 30, 2025 at 4:59 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
Oh my.
ukulelecle.bsky.social UkuleleCLE @ukulelecle.bsky.social · 6d
You matter unless
You combined with speed of light
Then you energy

#vss365 #haiku
November 29, 2025 at 4:58 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
#Whistpr #Murmuration
#Vss365 #matters
#WipSnips #dedicate
#poetry

Hello fellow poets 🐉
Hope you’re having a day filled with inspirations. Here’s my piece for today.
The murmurations of sensations rushing through my nervous system bursting, to my exasperation from the pores of my skin dedicated to shattering the resolve within my eyes flutter my heart stutters all those matters that I’ve been trying so hard to hide flushed into the open with one single stride You placed yourself in my back, breath in my neck, hand at my throat and and you know as well as I that this is what they call ‘in check’ I don’t dare breathe I cannot move all that I do — entirely up to you “Get out of my dreams,” I say you laugh “Oh you know that I will stay.”
November 29, 2025 at 3:37 PM
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bexspence.bsky.social
I collect confetti. Moments that used to matter. Gathered from the holes in the floor, the back row of pews in the church, the bits left between the pages of a book. The forgotten, disregarded, the ones that hurt too much. That sting like a nettle, as I slowly make tea.
#vss365
November 29, 2025 at 2:40 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
#vss365 #health #WIPSnips #disorganised

More shenanigans await.
November 29, 2025 at 12:18 AM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
#vss365 #WIPSnips
#Learning

Im not sure this still counts for vss, my fingers flew away from me.
More from «these two». Names soon.
November 27, 2025 at 9:23 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
#vss365 #WIPSnips #impede #reflection
What have these two been up to since last night?
November 26, 2025 at 8:48 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
When your ex, whom you do not follow, who does not follow you, shows up on your feed because a mutual seems to be reblogging them, that, my dears, is terribly #timed, and I shall see you to the proverbial door.
Not welcome here anymore.

#vss365
November 26, 2025 at 7:49 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
More #vss365? Sure. Quite #achievable on a fine Sunday when the muses are figuratively biting.

Here’s my piece. I didn’t quite manage the v part of vss but hey. Some personalities are too big.
November 23, 2025 at 10:13 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
#measurable #vss365
November 23, 2025 at 9:50 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
When I finally said “All right, fuck it. Yes. Show me.” and agreed to his terms, I somehow forgot to ask for the #specifics – what it really meant to entangle with something like him.
Only months later, it occurred to me that daimons are forever.
And forever is much longer than you think.
#vss365
November 21, 2025 at 8:26 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
Today’s #vss365 is #action. Here’s my piece of #poetry.
There's a small fraction of indulgence in your poise when you call for action and I infallibly question the ploy For how could any such surrender serve me when you hold the chains No, I don't want to hear reason, will pretend I can't hear you, I know it's in vain as you're in my head, between my thoughts sliding up my vertebrae with heat laced into the breath I caught but l, I shan't ever, ever admit defeat.
November 21, 2025 at 10:45 AM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
#vss365 on #options
Do you feel like you have too many?
Are they *viable*?
Last night they told me I had options I could give them what they craved but somehow I did not feel like feeding demons instead I gave my hand, betrothed now to this sloth I am day in day out I do repent but never saying it aloud I ponder what if I had given my juicy flesh to these driven hellish creatures from the void.
November 19, 2025 at 7:24 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
Broken, under water
sinking in currents, see
how #radiant your eyes
when finally you breathe

Let the salt-swill fill you
until your lungs are sea
lies drown under pressure
– you’re nothing more to me

#whistpr #poetry
November 18, 2025 at 8:19 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
“You know it’s not real though”
“It is to me”
“Yeah but magic and the such isn’t really real”
“It is, to me”
“Come on, you need to stop living in this fantasy world! #Reality isn’t like that”
“Absolutely is”, she said, and with one flick of her hand, disintegrated him into ashes and dust.

#vss365
November 18, 2025 at 7:23 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
I used to have #goals
Burning hot
like glowing coals
Before I realised
I had fantasised
For what are they
but illusions
Carefully crafted intrusions
Into present moments
We could cherish
Instead of run from
Instead of lament
What’s long gone

#vss365 #poetry
November 17, 2025 at 9:10 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
He said he would leave no trace of me, once the process was done &I was completely eradicated. I had no #issue with that. The only issue I had was how effort &time was spent to annihilate me, like the least amount of attention was actively working against the whole point of becoming
Nothing.
#vss365
November 17, 2025 at 8:45 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
#vss365 #transport #poetry
With that spark in your melody, you transport me into abysmal dark Your voice a felony that I drink from you, I, a desert-soul parched, starved, sink begging to be carved into memory yet dangling on the edge of oblivion I ask for no hand to catch me, no wretch to fetch me, only that you wrap those notes around me tight enough to kill while the world burns and my heart fills with the fairest, fatal chills
November 15, 2025 at 2:29 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
When someone you know asks you whether you could Vipps (mobile pay) Lindy Fay Hella on their behalf

(Insert slightly puzzled face)

I say, yes sure

They say, do you have her number?

I say,… no…I do not have her number 🙃 (lowly peasant like me, how)

So I vipps the lady Lindy

Im like…what just?
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October 20, 2025 at 1:54 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
I will be entirely forgotten.
September 8, 2025 at 6:02 PM