eros the bittersweet

persephone | sonnet twelve

before smoke obscure the silence of this
savage heart let the rain of flamed
amaranths wash upon this night of mist
and blackness, singing an ode to your

endless shadow flawed by the
heedless need to form water and air
with the energy of a thousand sun-blazen
stares that come from you and your

aureate, unmarred autumn ~ uncover the
fragrance of days when you held
me close to listen to everything beat

rapidly, to witness each ounce of restlessness
that has taken my body hostage disperse
in the glowing, bleeding sky of madness.

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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.