honeybees.

there is blood in your mouth and it tastes a lot like moonlight there is blood on your hands and it feels a lot like silver (there is a monster in your mirror and it looks a lot like you) there is a bullet in your chest and it’s eating you alive they say wolves fear silver but this smells more like gold there is ice creeping up your spine like a vine chilled in snow there is fire in your heart and it’s burning forests down there is a fairytale they tell about a girl who met a wolf deep inside the woods there is no fairytale they tell about a girl who is a wolf and a wolf who is a girl there are stories about wolves and stories about girls ask the girl who is a wolf how her story goes because there is a monster in your mirror and her cape is red as blood — M.J.

Mary Szybist, from “Hail,” Incarnadine: Poems (via lifeinpoetry)

thealleysofhermind (via wnq-writers)

copper // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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