❝ i need to rip your
name off my tongue;
it no longer tastes
❝ Scientists divide my body
but when you are in my presence,
it all becomes nervous. ❞
❝ You think I’m not a goddess?
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you’ll burn. ❞
— Margaret Atwood, Helen of Troy Does Counter Dancing
❝ You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way. ❞
❝ One day you’ll get used to the mud in your lungs and your veins and your eyes, and you’ll feel fine. ❞
❝ The stars fell
one by one into his eyes and burnt. ❞
there is prayer in poem.
when i am writing
i am praying.
all the prayers that are
❝ Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child’s smile, and a cup of excellent coffee. ❞
❝ She said “I break the law because I’ve never broken a heart and I want to know what it feels like to be the brick not the window pane”.
When she’s drunk she’ll dress up for you, all straps & lace & stockings. When she’s high she’ll dress down for you, all skin & skin & skin. ❞
❝ I am accused. I dream of massacres.
I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them,
Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the
Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love. ❞
— Sylvia Plath, Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices —