eros the bittersweet

comsumed | poem twelve
posted by imani , Thursday, October 15, 2009 at 3:27 PM, in Labels:

above,
the mad, wretched
sky
spins and stops
to nothing but
that which
lies
below
the pendulum of
time
found in my
afflicted blood.

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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.