Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.
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Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.

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When you're in hell, only a devil can point the way out.
You are still terribly afraid to be hurt; your imaginary sadism shows that. So afraid to be hurt that you want to take the lead and hurt first.
~Anaïs Nin~
"the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life."
~Sylvia Plath~
The blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.

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I woke, and sat up, motionless for a time. Mildly observing, as death languidly snaked back into my veins.
Another day with venom in my blood.
Another day, poisoned, dead.
Oh, but you must travel through those woods again and again... said a shadow at the window... and you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time...
But the wolf... the wolf only needs enough luck to find you once. 🔱
There is beauty and humility in
imperfection.
~Guillermo del Toro~♠︎
Some days i embody the moon,
Other days the wolf.
Lately I am the howl caught in the space between the two.
"I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon."
~Anaïs Nin~

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If you tuck the name of a loved one under your tongue too long without speaking it, it becomes blood.
Paint my thighs with purple kisses....
"Monsters are the patron saints of imperfection.' ~Guillermo del Toro~
Winter is for dying, descending, hiding, forgetting. We welcome, for a time, destruction, chaos, death. We do not fight it. We submit to it, for it is what the season demands.
In order to know virtue, we must first
acquaint ourselves with vice.

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he sits with me on the corner of the bed trying to convince me of things to come.
I am listening.
I am invested in his being.
he sees my yearning for his taste: his patient lips want to devour my soft.
he doesn't ask anything of me but his eyes hold all his pleas.
my eyes meet his soul and he tells me he'll take me raw and whole.
we share our breaths like we're dependent only on each others lungs.
I begin to tremble from the way his hands
slowly made their way to his heaven.
he grabbed me.
he held me like there was no chaos: no hell between our loins.
he promised to love me beyond existence.
I became a believer in my devil.
I had faith his words were gold: alchemy for only our red string union.
“It’s mortifying to be the one who remembers.”