moonshine

“Bewildered, burning with love, mad with sadness,”

I want to tremble, soften, convince myself  a better day is coming.

“A dream ago, perhaps.”

You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.

i talk to god whenever i touch myself turn a cavern into a cathedral & then burn it to the ground. who’s to say what is holy? i talk to god when i tell you to fuck me so good i forget my own name. years later, i am still haunting the margins of your memory. still in bloom. open wide–now you, too are blooming.

how intricately love crosses love; love makes knots; love brutally tears them apart. I have been knotted; I have been torn apart.

Everyone loves a dead girl. Everyone drools when the virgin falls into the gnarled jaws of the earth – red mouth cut slack, eyes empty. Everyone wants a broken-glass girl, bought second hand. Look. The damage was already there.

stay one more night. i want to learn how you speak the language of light.

You are not the people who cannot love you. You are not the people who left after you dug up your soul and laid it into their palms because you thought everyone was gentle hands and soft clutches. You are not the faulty pieces you discover lying under your skin while trying to put yourself back together. You were all teeth where he turned you docile, where he turned you into bleeding gums that only know apologies. Knock on your bones and feel your entire body shake with the aftermath because you are walking earthquakes and his words cannot tame you. Open your lips wide when you smile and show him you have swallowed the sun. You have swallowed the sun and he cannot touch you without burning.

La grande mitezza degli occhi.