Waking early was a gift, Lin knew, because it was then that she watched Stella in sleep. Perfect as she was, peaceful as she was. It touched Lin so deeply her heart felt bruised

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Waking early was a gift, Lin knew, because it was then that she watched Stella in sleep. Perfect as she was, peaceful as she was. It touched Lin so deeply her heart felt bruised

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5 haiku story - Endure no more.
the snooze button gives / me anxiety, i don't / want to disturb him
how did i fall this / fast for someone i can't catch, / and still falling hard
i was told that god / would have answers but no one / taught me how to pray
at this point, i just / want to escape to the sky / beneath the ocean
i'm now drowning in / a floral garden, a sea / full of fading lights
( @neongodsnetwork prompts 1-5, week 17)
knife-on-bone and the scrape of malignancy on sternum/we are animalistic and bursting from our unbound peripheries/how then will we endow our futures with blessings/too bitter to let linger in our throat-valleys?/you are funneling cityscapes unwrinkling into picturesque synergies/i am skin scraped with the abrasion of breathing/both of us are of the same breed; speculators. begin/now to tell me how we can heal each other’s scars/before we discover we are carved with the same injuries of humanity.
—GOD CARVED THE SAME SCAR INTO ALL OF US, jupiterean
I tell myself to dream of something else but I am still haunted by visions of myself, all bloodied in the way I have only ever been on the inside, decaying, rotting from my core and it has seeped out with the darkness
the moon pears out from behind a fan of clouds to stare on at this horror and she weeps unable to recognize a girl she once loved, once poured herself out for like honeyed-milk warm to the touch and taste- I know I am rancid now.
I know I have been for awhile now. Isn’t it only your truth that slips into your dreams? maybe this is all I’ll ever be, all I was ever meant for to be another monster that leaves the skin crawling, but, still, I beg myself to nightmare of something else
- Freud, interpret this for me || O.L.

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dark matter
As time slithers forward, I notice the people I love exist further and further away. There’s a name
For this: entropy, dark matter, holiness without light. I wanted to tame love
So it ran away from me, wanted to tame desire like the wild animal it makes of us,
How I fester in my own quiet yearning, filling the distance between us with memories we haven’t yet made.
Have not; will not. I am miles away from everyone I love even when I hold them. Is the space between bodies infinite,
Or is it the gap between myself and who I claim to be? I have no answers, only memories: once,
When we were young enough to love like bodies do, I asked you if we would always know each other like this,
Invulnerable and lovely. You stared at me; heatless, inchoate, a stillborn star in the making. I knew then that our lives would always feel like this,
our orbits tracing loneliness, lingering into oblivion.
All the kids are depressed, that comes as no surprise. You are in an ocean. Nothing is ugly & you are not afraid of being alone. Then it’s over. Thrust through the yawn & into the mouth of light. An ugly thing, it is, to be broken over the tooth when you have nothing but gum. Growth is a blight. We miss the blood & the red sanctum of our mother-flesh. You know, we are what we eat. We are fed emptiness, & we are told it is a feast.
God, how do we shine this dark?
The world is a blinding star on the verge of collapse. Only makes sense that we should follow suit, might as well make the most of it.
Aren’t you sick of eating sadness? I want to eat fire.
All the kids are depressed, that comes as no surprise. For @neongodsnetwork
the story behind a random tarot card // napowrimo prompt by @angelealowes