We Have Always Been Here

𝘈𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 💐💙✨

Rainbow with a Black Pen

Crimson flash of pain

rusty orange dried blood

golden sun on sidewalk,

edged by mossy mud.

Clear blue rolling tears;

I crumple to my knees.

Indigo grows twilight

and violet my grief.

Empathy

I have laid my hand over the pool of pain

Fingers spread, slow like I'll frighten it

Barely broken the thin skin at the top

Of the water you nearly drowned in

The cold sucked the breath from my chest

And I cried out and stumbled back

Clutching my burning icy hand

I stare at you. How did you survive this?

Does it ever go away? The furious ache?

I'm still gasping for breath.

You shrug. It hasn't so far but you should rest.

I should rest? What about you?

I'm trying. I'm so tired.

Tears gather in your eyes like crescent moons

There isn't enough time in the world.

I lay my new scarred hand on your chest.

The Kitten, by Mary Oliver

Maybe we are not at any center of the universe but at the very bottom of it, looking up.

Praying for autumn, as we all do, we ask for mundane to hibernate a pounding heart at last . At last .

@judas-redeemed / Wilhelm Schulz, “All Soul’s Day” / Neil Hilborn, “Our Numbered Days” /@petfurniture / Hugo Simberg , “The Garden of Death” / Ramona Ausubel

god is the space where God used to be

Who am I meant to be angry at now?

dostoyevsky // nicola yoon // ada limón // john steinbeck // avainblue // sylvia plath

WHIMPER, CRY, YOU KNOW WE'RE SCARED

Psychedelicatessen 

End of every easy street 

Serotonin slicked sidewalk skating 

Scar scratched snacktimes

New town home

Ammonite teddy bear touch

Old as prophet bones 

Soft as a rotting embrace

Symbiosis on homesick string 

Hold close to my home-heart

And whimper and mumble 

Into nostalgic oblivion