eros the bittersweet

hope in hell

here where my
heart recognizes
nothing but
fear and
my lungs breathe
the dense air
of hesitation
my eyes fighting
the blinding
night
dwelling too long,
gnawing on my
innocence and silence
and inside
thorns dissolve
in uncertainty
caressed by the
devil's stare
standing in naked
endlessness
and i scream
in pain,
and languish in
the gathering darkness
alone and empty
here in hell.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.