Poethique

oranges as intimacy, intimacy as romance, and romance as sensuality.

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haruki murakami, kafka on the shore

it makes you stronger than ever

ii. the sword glistens in the setting sun silver metal with rusty blood Theseus shivers

iii. Ariadne weeps for her fallen brother tears hot like acid on his chest fists clenched around his shoulders the labyrinth weeps too bushes swaying softly in a tender song Theseus watches from afar with a heavy heart

iv. Ariadne grabs the sword ravished, silver and red she will never forgive him

v. Theseus realizes, too late, what will come

vi. he tries to hide but the labyrinth traps him inside bushes growing out of rotten earth Ariadne slays him and drags his head to the entrance of the labyrinth his blood a red tread  a warning

vii. Asterion has never been the monster after all