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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Alice Notley // Warsan Shire
My Last Coordinates
Send me your coordinates
I will launch my rocketship to where you are, just for one final landing
I will take off all my outer space gear, just to feel your lips against mine one last time, under the sky that is not familiar for me
Then I will let the gravitation pull me into the black sky: oxygen fading, systems failing
Carrying only the echo of our memories in the void in my chest, like a dying signal
I will let my body rest among the dead stars, as far from you as the universe will allow
Because even in death, being close to you would hurt too much
I watched this sun go away -taking its warmth, but oh was my skin relieved of the burns
Like you, I watched this sun go away taking the warmth and cozy air it gave me during this winter cold season. But when it left, the sun, and when you left, my torture, my head was free and in the night I was all alone, just me and the stars and the crickets' symphony, and to my own devices was I left, and I did all I wanted without your presence.
Sometimes I question this freedom of mine, the joy it brings, the loneliness that consumed me, but in the day, I remember then, that in the day, I'm always running behind walls and trees, may the shaded areas let me breathe,, and you might be warm but when are you really? And when are you really anything but hot and blazing?
I left the night in hopes of light and warm, you gave me sweat and fatigue and laziness and burning coals; and my eyes can't withstand the weather, nor the evaporation of my tears, like they don't matter, because to you they don't matter, and in the day my skin is burnt so your bruises left on me burn and burn and I remember once again what you made me feel under the chair when I hugged myself close and my heart too, when I killed a bird with stone, but they came back two, and chasing my nightmares to kill them, because they disturb me too much, only makes me think of them more, in day and night, under the memory of you and in the absence of you remembering what could've been if you weren't in my life or if you were a better human, so day and night, day and night, twist into my life, both are awful, both are mean, both make my heart suffer and peel, but it's all because of you, and your temporary cyclic leaving never eases me.
-Alanae
Death Of My Roses
If my heart were to never die
If my brain were to never quiet
If the shadows were to never light
My soul would never retire
If the love never stopped its flow
If my anger ceased to surface
My love was never a guarantee
If my care was not to be seen
My heart's had stopped beating
My lungs stopped its breathing
My vase of love had broken
And the roses in it have wilted
The roses of my memories & values & effort I've kept alive
And my eyes had blinked its last
And my mother had cried, if not in her own grave
And my father cried with guilt, all his life & death
And my brothers shocked in my leave
And my friends got the chance to really show their love for me
But I am not here to see
Whether I was loved or not during my breath
-Alanae *first published in siorai issue 01 by @/apricusliterary | my instagram @/alanae_en
I am the girl from before, and I am the girl now
Caress my thighs with your palms, you're lulling a sweet innocent girl from before to sleep
Take my drug
And love me like a thug
Make the younger me believe she had parents waiting with open arms for her back home
my jugs had emptied
beg for love from another
i can only bandage my heart now
ribs scathered, didn't you step on them and had your foot bleed?
learn the lesson
leave
i have no place for you when i have no place in my chest for my heart
leave
sparrows cried and dolphins starved
by what means do you want to come and invade my land
let my heart rest
isn't it enough that it survived?
let it rest, maybe in a dream or a book live its desires
-alanae
my head was your chew toy drink sweet milk from my very own veins let these useless arteries shower you in pleasure, my death was brought by your hands what am I to you but the let out of your issues anger stewed soul and boiling self hate hit me and make me feel guilty for the feeling of pain what do I bring to myself but hopes of your change many times I've wished to not pitty you, to not welcome your bruised-form-before self to my very own arms- -for then you betray the hand that fed you, still wrapped with bruises and unforgotten scars oh how much I prayed you hit me again one final blow- -that breaks my spine and turns my heart gray with un-membering, take away my health and hope, infect a broken soul with an ultimatum but I heal I heal and accept and settle for your abuse I await a savior when I am her but tell my heart to give up on you, to save me, and it cuts my wrist and latches to your shoe
check my heart check my love take control of stuff you’ll forever be with stuck love me unwhole make me hate you to the core love me like a rose in the bush prickle your finger on my thorns admire me and whisper honey words only to pick me from my comfort, from my world and take my happiness, feed your control freak and give me sorrow, feed your control freak and let me wilt let me die and let me rot and then you come and cry and attempt to change the water and cut the leaves and sit beside me for ages not knowing what to do you loved me unwhole and when I wilted you wanted me back but it’s too late I am dead -Alanae
in the ugly hours before the catastrophe
where my will determines my destiny
my hands shake or are paralyzed
which will it be, the memory of today
will I do it or will I not
but am I worth doing it, am I worth putting effort into and eating its fruit
I deserve tiredness, exhaustion, art, and pretty stuff
but God forbid I am worthy of working hard and enjoying the good outcomes
...
I realize what has been missing
I am worthy of work that bears fruit
I am worthy of being me and enjoying my effort
My effort is worthwhile, my self-hate is not the same as hard work
I deserve to be a hard worker and do the stuff I don't want to do and gain the fruit of my actions and right decisions
I am worthy
I am deserving
I am worthy
I am deserving
I love the snow. I
Love the cold between my toes.
Shiver against wind.
❄️
winter makes me alive
but summer makes me wish i was dead