eros the bittersweet

defining exactly this

tortured by the
unforgiving language
of your abstruse
ache heaping the
minute, miserable
moments
defining exactly
this
beguiled by the
spectacle of windows
raging above
doors and seasons
that lead to drought
and the denial of
a hunger
too strong to contain
crashing against
the blue light of
your famished
clouds.


for calliope

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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.