๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ข๐ก
โEt in Arcadia egoโ
(Even in Arcadia, there am I)
I will tear my heart out; before this cathedral of flesh lets me go
The pink ribbon scars remain, delicate inscriptions of things I never dared say aloud
I have bled in silence, tried to scour regret with ritual and rainwaterโฆ but it clings, a second skin, soft as memory, heavy as guilt
My angel wings; once alabaster, now bound in velvet chains; a slow suffocation beneath borrowed holiness
They ache when the wind moves.
They remember flight.
My belly burns with the echo of choices, each one a blade turned inward, an inheritance of fire
There is no absolution here; only the architecture of longing, and the dust that gathers in the mouths of the dead.
Nikita Gill, from Your Heart is the Sea: Poems; "The Anguish," originally published in 2018
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Madison Julius Cawein, โDusk In The Woodsโ
โIf only you would have asked me a year ago that one random evening Iโll meet someone like you out of the blue, then we would fall for eachother hopelessly, co-parent a cat for some time, until we move in together under the same roof and plan on adopting more feline creatures by the end of the coming year, togetherโฆ I would have laughed so hard.โ
Thereโs something about them, something so astonishingly different, yet they mean the same on a grandeur spectrum. The flowers given to me verses the flowers I gave to him which culminates the same desires at the end of the day. I am lost in translation when I see these pictures and think of the things that I prayed for, so deeply yet so patiently that I manifested unknowingly.
Anaรฏs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955
They/Them | 22 | INFJ | Geography major | Spilled emotions and Stills | Instagram sumedhachattopadhyayy | Alter Ego: @monetsirises in Tumblr.
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