eros the bittersweet

loss

when the sky is
denied of the sun,
this body is
denied of your breath,
my sleep is
denied of our dreams
the ravens are
resurrected to
steal the goddess’
scent and stares
aching in
remembering
that my
loss taught
me of
love.

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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.