la vie en prose

what do you want? i want to burn. i want to feel your mouth on mine, your shuddering hands tightening in my hair, pulling frantically at the fragile, willowy strands. i want to atone for your bloodstained lips, and the incarnadine red staining your teeth. i want to fall apart slowly and have you gently piecing me back together in a sweet unfocused dream, telling me promises you don’t intend to keep but are soothing nonetheless. i want to know the winter-whittled ache within my bones that eats me from the inside out, i want to reach in and hold onto it and never let go.

☽ + he is light.

i. carve yourself hollow, let your decaying organs spill out. fill your charred, empty lungs with honey-sweet desire instead.    ii. thread sunshine into his hair with your trembling fingertips. you know without a doubt that even if it tried, the whole universe could never capture all the light within him.   iii. you set the world on fire with your touch. watch him fall searching the abyss as you stand, with bones lying at your feet and a crown upon your head.   iv. don’t look away when he tumbles down towards earth, screams ripped from his throat raw, flames consuming his beating ash-torn wings.   v. remind yourself that it’s alright to burn a little, when he presses his lips to yours.

you are every terror I’ve dreamed of.

the darkness fills me / i am sick of it / of things that take and take / and keep on taking

just dropping in to say that your work is lovely!

look, the blood staining your shoes, no—my blood, staining your shoes. you remember the taste of it, dripping from my apple-blossom lips, dark and red and sweet, like the ripe pomegranate juice you bought from the supermarket last week. you remember because it’s on your shoes and it’s on your hands and it’s in your mouth, and you remember because you want to, so badly, like how you dug your fingernails into my neck and bruised my mouth with yours.

half-bitten, blood-soaked nails lips dripping with the remnants of a long forgotten promise. 

How about ‘honey?’ I’ve always thought that was a pretty word. Also you write gorgeously, I admire your talent 💕💖