#prcserpina

It's been one of those days where everything comes out wrong. Steam billows out of the kettle too excitedly, leaves my fingers red; cupboard doors slam and things get dropped, spilling nasty echoes across the tiled floor; I sing and it is too loud. I am overcompensating. I don't mean to listen to my mother's phone conversation, but the hold music drifts over to me across the table. She waits with all the wearily funny comments that will get her through, and I smile weakly in return. Me? I keep dreaming about elevators. Maybe it will take me a whole month to sleep myself to wherever I'm going.

THE MANY SHADES OF SWEETNESS: a collection of 9 poems about femininity, love, loss and the soothing nature of words.

Thank you for whispering your secrets into my ear; I’ll keep them safe, I promise. I wish I’d told you I love you in something other than in poetry you’ll never read.

moodboards » harry potter: slytherin

there’s the meadow i glimpsed out the car window, once. i imagine the grass tickling my feet, reminding me to be gentle amidst the budding of wildflowers. they remind me of my thoughts in bloom, all at once. never is it a place for decaying dreams, but sprout as they do, weeds hungry for the light of day. the breeze, like a dying lullaby i’ve forgotten the words to, is swift to cast them away.

there’s the city i was born in - a maze of a million restless souls, so much like all the people who i have once been and never will be. they’re trying to escape, trying to touch someone else’s heart before even knowing their own. the trains flying through the tunnels mimic my blood, rushing through my veins & towards the centre of the cosmos, where the feelings are raw & the magic is real. the destination? the deepest, darkest chambers of my pulsing red heart.

there’s the ocean at the apex of the storm, five minutes from the safety of my home. it’s an entropy of water — waves breaking themselves against each other; emotions all pent-up before the spillage, & the patterns they form in their despair almost fascinate me. you tell me they’re reflected in my eyes, in the traces of my palms & in the lines of my body. soon, i begin to memorise them anew, unafraid even as the sky rages.

for ella aka @ilyiad​, my #1, my big sis, the light of my life, ‘always delighted to be of Gay Service’