eros the bittersweet

only these words

in shackling
pain this poet
thinks of her goddess
and utters only
these words:
your body unraveling
like a timid flower
caressed by eyelids
and endless sighs ~
that now inhabits
a heart drowning
in sorrow, drenched
in its own darkness,
that seeks the
freedom in its chaos,
that leaps in the
sight of corners
and roads leading to
your hands.

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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.