ink + thorns

we've wanted to share our personal writing for a while, but we couldn't decide on a name.

so here it is, ink + thorns

to be honest, there's not really a meaning to it. but it does capture our love for books and writing, particularly ones that hit hard.

grab your choice of drink and let's see where this goes!

~ ac

you came back in a fit,  and called us little shits. 

what a hypocrite.  what an idiot. 

i try to pretend that our life is just a skit,  and that we are close-knit. 

but mothers don’t gaslit their own children into a dark pit. 

mothers don’t leave for a git,  only to come back in a short bit. 

was it worth it? because you really just went for the size of it.

you made us flit, from place to place all for a hit. 

now i’m forced to sit as they try to piece this all, bit by bit. 

and place us into a home for misfits, because you failed to fight it. 

i fight the urge to lose it, but you’re really just not worth it. 

why the fuck did we have to say goodbye? for god’s sake, she was only five.  we were suppose to take her to fly. 

now we’re standing here tongue-tied, trying to figure out how to get-by.  how are we supposed to make it to july? 

we can’t even look each other in the eye, is it even worth the try? because all we do is deny. 

it cannot be rectified.  so set the fire for us to crucify everything that was and is, so we can finally be purified. 

The notion that our lives would be picture perfect was nothing more than an illusion.

Our desires and expectations would never meet in the middle.

The odds were never in our favour even if we tried to defy all odds.

Our efforts would ultimately be futile against the inevitable.

His eyes are endless and I could get lost in them if I wasn’t paying attention to everything else he is. Even though they’re endless, there’s so much life in them and they glimmer with it and spill over their edges and onto his face.

The leaves on the tree move and shift with the wind, moving some of the rays of sun with them. The wandering shadows highlight the depth of his features and everything inside of him. 

We left every bad thing at the door this morning, waking up and leaving even if it was only for a couple hours to sit under the tree and watch the clouds and shifting shadows. To watch the long grass move and listen to the birds sing.

It’s pure bliss.

The bag filled with water bottles and books is long forgotten on the other side of the tree. So are the flower crowns he made right after we got there. They’re replaced by the slow breaths of peace and half-closed eyes and tangles of limbs.

This is it, the world we’ve created. Just for us.

Flee we shall, death awaits.

Darkness consumes monsters.

Left is nothing.

Next we are.

reverse

Are we next?

Nothing is left.

Monsters consume darkness.

Awaits death. Shall we flee?

Flee we shall. Darling, come. 

It’s early enough that the sun is just starting to wake up and reach through the clouds, waking the rest of the world with it. There’s not enough people moving around below us yet, though, making it feel like we’re still the only ones fully here. There’s no one to see or hear anything beyond this room and its window.

It feels like I’m holding all the planets and stars in my arms. She leans her head near my neck and everything feels so slow and long, lasting forever. I could stay here forever with her, the universe, in my arms. I know soon she’ll have to leave and all those barriers will go back up, but right now it’s all just warm and soft and quiet.

Those barriers could show up any minute, with everything waking up now. Our small eternity could crack and break and be carried away with all the footprints.

No yet.

Right now we’re still at the window with the blanket around us, her pressed into me, my arms pulling her closer.

Right now there’s no barriers and the universe is still wrapped up in my arms and pressed into my chest.

A fire that consumes everything it touches, Without hesitation nor care.

Unknowingly it leaves a trail of disaster, Yet a small path of hope behind.

The fire continues to burn, Until its source is extinguished.

And with a fire there comes a flame, A flame slowly becomes a flicker.