A Wilted Rose

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(and for all of you with screen readers, as text, which Tumblr is likely to FU)


A Wilted Rose


The question I pursue is not
whom I this night should bed
nor who would willingly so do


Nay


The question I pursue instead
who did in those earliest of days
my cradle rock & tilt so fiercely


Aye


The question I pursue always
who did such damage inflict
that a self once tall stood now
merely to a wilted rose compares

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smakkabagms:

autumn, darkwood
nighthag, swoop down
deft on bitter wings 

the garden of my heart’s black swan has been
wrung by the neck, unfleshed as the bone
from a woman’s cage

her hands have finished their
ceaseless kneading, if only to pause
for a moment          over the ancient waste

of her silence – stilling as the moon’s blush 
    does, sore with a hunter’s knife, murder
and clenched pale hands in death

autumn, all crimson, wet us our arrows
in the Other’s wound – I want to unlearn

the world

to keen and wail for the depths of it
buried, unburied, forgotten

white whale swimming

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I grew up in the cold





                      the dark





                      the lonely void that was





Origin // with its shine // the polished





                                                   surfaces,





T





  h





    e unexplained understated





                                        I WAS DIFFERENT





I grew up in the cold





                       the dark                   ness





                                                         still





                                                               lingers





but I see the white wall





               the white whale                    swimming





I stand corrected





                                           & Yet Alone

mesmerising art

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Just received these beauties from talented artist @lydiateasedale They are completely mesmerising, I will spend this weekend finding all the hidden images inside. They might even inspire a poem or two.

💜

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griefxaddict:

11/10/20

I ask the ocean to forgive me. A tidal wave of knives washes over me nightly. I wake with a thousand wounds. I never heal. I will drown someday in sharp steel and warm blood. It draws me back, dragged across the sand like a blade. Forgive me. I was deep, and I was afraid. Sweet melancholy, sweet grey death slowly. Cruel sea you stand before me screaming with a thousand broken voices. Give me a song to sing so I will not be silent. Give me words. Exhaust me, my mouth is full of blood. My teeth ache to the root, I am grinding myself down to the truth. Slow truth, I am drowning in you. Forgive me. I love to drown.

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imperial-filth:

@sp8cewhore

“we’re that brown sugar, sun-kissed, sorry-not-sorry, black and beautiful americana wet dream.”

“we self-love and hate Trump. we live because we matter. we eat regrets, drink tears, and glow up.”

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imperial-filth:

@baebie-bunny

“Valerie’s secret. A message hidden in black and white selfies. Red lips, dark eyes, and a reason to live.”

“Lonely but alone. Thoughts and fishnets hug tight enough. She is a body of work still building its foundation.

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smakkabagms:

Nothing could be so final. So unkind and cold as death. To reserve oneself to the fact that we will all lose what we love the most. How impermanent, home. The walls that absorb our dreams and memories. Torn down. To be lost in the mists of ruin and forgotten.

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