Emma Wulfe
@emmawulfe.bsky.social
poetry & tiny stories ✍️
snail whisperer 🐌🌿
few spoons 🥄
(chronic illness edition)
UK
snail whisperer 🐌🌿
few spoons 🥄
(chronic illness edition)
UK
Pinned
Cellar floods. Floods with mead. Her veins do. Her veins flood mead. Lambent. As a warm-stoned room. Castled in it. Castling. Layering. She's a bearskin. Castled a bearskin rug. Held. Midroar held in the roar. Five seconds five hundred years. Five seconds five hundred. Liquid.
#vss365 #lambent
#vss365 #lambent
February 5, 2026 at 1:57 PM
Reposted by Emma Wulfe
(monolithic bulk
softening to grey, in the
fogwreathed far distance)
softening to grey, in the
fogwreathed far distance)
February 5, 2026 at 12:41 PM
(monolithic bulk
softening to grey, in the
fogwreathed far distance)
softening to grey, in the
fogwreathed far distance)
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You are pale but unqualified.You will never be a ghost or spectre. You can pretend to haunt forests, glide through fog as if you can disappear but you will always shine too brightly. You will never scare. Things will approach cautiously but will never be afraid.
#vssdaily unqualified
#vss365 ghost
#vssdaily unqualified
#vss365 ghost
February 4, 2026 at 1:04 PM
#Ghost is the shape of wanting after a body. You can touch yourself to feel the outline, the shape desire carves. You are the empty space another's need has made. If you open, the wanting wants in, flooding you with shapelessness. A ghost has no shape but has yours, traced.
#vss365
#vss365
February 4, 2026 at 12:44 PM
#Pain insists on skin insisting nerve. And sovereignty to be known self where you begin. I cats cradle nerves into prayer into lexicon. In truth, you can be a disciple of anything. Pain. Here. Now. A kind of love lettering. Unfurl your hands. Pleasuretwin, let me give you this.
#vss365
#vss365
February 3, 2026 at 11:59 AM
She soothes him by blow-drying his balls on the cool setting after a hot shower. She passes him a box of shiny red alarm clocks to throw at the neighbours. One by one. They explode like apples. He reminds her of bottle rockets. She accompanies him proudly, on a slide whistle.
#vss365 #soothe
#vss365 #soothe
January 31, 2026 at 12:03 PM
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bright winter morning
light slides across the table
rainbows fill this glass
light slides across the table
rainbows fill this glass
January 28, 2026 at 10:42 PM
bright winter morning
light slides across the table
rainbows fill this glass
light slides across the table
rainbows fill this glass
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January 27, 2026 at 9:41 PM
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The snow falls sideways, but gentle, like a giant throwing rice at the wedding of a friend they once dreamed of marrying. It's one of those days where I want to press my face to everything. I'm happy in a way that makes me sad, the #thrum in my temple so low it could almost be a love song.
#vss365
#vss365
January 30, 2026 at 7:17 PM
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Frozen water on the window pane, magic is everywhere. ❄️
January 31, 2026 at 4:37 AM
Frozen water on the window pane, magic is everywhere. ❄️
Reposted by Emma Wulfe
#vss365
He awoke standing with an unfamiliar kid in his arms. It began to squirm, and his body took over, #soothing the child, speaking in a familiar voice. He had been sleepwalking for so long, he was now just a passenger in his own body. He wondered what was keeping him tethered.
He awoke standing with an unfamiliar kid in his arms. It began to squirm, and his body took over, #soothing the child, speaking in a familiar voice. He had been sleepwalking for so long, he was now just a passenger in his own body. He wondered what was keeping him tethered.
January 31, 2026 at 4:05 AM
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When nature speaks I keep quiet
Size 17 by 13 inch on paper
Medium oil
Original available
Size 17 by 13 inch on paper
Medium oil
Original available
January 30, 2026 at 8:08 AM
When nature speaks I keep quiet
Size 17 by 13 inch on paper
Medium oil
Original available
Size 17 by 13 inch on paper
Medium oil
Original available
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the city drips slowly into your throat, grinding you thin, a Rothko of oil clotted with soot on machined steel
(postindustrial
blight, spoilheap, & razorwire;
corroded landscapes)
blight, spoilheap, & razorwire;
corroded landscapes)
January 28, 2026 at 12:13 PM
the city drips slowly into your throat, grinding you thin, a Rothko of oil clotted with soot on machined steel
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and in the end just waves,
and clouds, and light
and clouds, and light
January 27, 2026 at 9:37 PM
and in the end just waves,
and clouds, and light
and clouds, and light
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the thrum
of the train
its rhythmic pulse
rippling the sea
between us
rolling
low lying clouds
and velvet sky
a sensual backdrop
and you
wind-kissed
shadows flowering
upon your skin
intoxicated
swaying in the sweet night
in the thrall
of this endless
soft and dark
#vss365
of the train
its rhythmic pulse
rippling the sea
between us
rolling
low lying clouds
and velvet sky
a sensual backdrop
and you
wind-kissed
shadows flowering
upon your skin
intoxicated
swaying in the sweet night
in the thrall
of this endless
soft and dark
#vss365
January 30, 2026 at 4:04 AM
the thrum
of the train
its rhythmic pulse
rippling the sea
between us
rolling
low lying clouds
and velvet sky
a sensual backdrop
and you
wind-kissed
shadows flowering
upon your skin
intoxicated
swaying in the sweet night
in the thrall
of this endless
soft and dark
#vss365
of the train
its rhythmic pulse
rippling the sea
between us
rolling
low lying clouds
and velvet sky
a sensual backdrop
and you
wind-kissed
shadows flowering
upon your skin
intoxicated
swaying in the sweet night
in the thrall
of this endless
soft and dark
#vss365
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#Obfuscate oblique in the line of descent outspoken next line keep to guide point motion junctions supplies conic section= locus constituted givencondition methods ends @opposed to Flowing only incoming object denoting those on whom weight limit difficulty child in the womb contention mistoo #vss365
January 29, 2026 at 12:01 PM
#Obfuscate oblique in the line of descent outspoken next line keep to guide point motion junctions supplies conic section= locus constituted givencondition methods ends @opposed to Flowing only incoming object denoting those on whom weight limit difficulty child in the womb contention mistoo #vss365
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A forest of ice crystals on the window. ❄️
January 26, 2026 at 4:54 PM
A forest of ice crystals on the window. ❄️
He wants clarity like conquest like clean striped socks. She brings him obsfuscations. Yeasted doughs, peperomias in macramé, meringues of knotted cat hair. She lays them at his feet like microwaved mice. Well no one told her you shouldn't! Poor things.
#vss365 #obsfuscate
#vss365 #obsfuscate
January 29, 2026 at 12:20 PM
He wants clarity like conquest like clean striped socks. She brings him obsfuscations. Yeasted doughs, peperomias in macramé, meringues of knotted cat hair. She lays them at his feet like microwaved mice. Well no one told her you shouldn't! Poor things.
#vss365 #obsfuscate
#vss365 #obsfuscate
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#vss365
on borrowed time
we held the #waning fire
of summer in our hands
painted daisies
and beads of honeysuckle
falling like diamonds
your mood darkening
with the turn
of the leaves
the sweet sorrow
of an angel
fingering the notes
of the chill air
snow drops hidden
in the bone white
of winter
on borrowed time
we held the #waning fire
of summer in our hands
painted daisies
and beads of honeysuckle
falling like diamonds
your mood darkening
with the turn
of the leaves
the sweet sorrow
of an angel
fingering the notes
of the chill air
snow drops hidden
in the bone white
of winter
January 27, 2026 at 4:04 AM
The shatter is sublime.
thindrawn, all
cutting moth pheromones,
quenched in threshwound
(the lamb, having been—)
falls, slicing,
between casements,
burning in white lead
and the soft trace of dust,
raving, leadclothed,
tumbles garnet,
consumptive,
through slick-feathered throats
cutting moth pheromones,
quenched in threshwound
(the lamb, having been—)
falls, slicing,
between casements,
burning in white lead
and the soft trace of dust,
raving, leadclothed,
tumbles garnet,
consumptive,
through slick-feathered throats
January 27, 2026 at 7:32 PM
The shatter is sublime.