amethyst

[nobeerreviews]

How many places have you been too?

Oh, here and there and definitely not everywhere...

[formlab]

Lights of New York City, Ernst Haas, 1970s

[blackbirdcall]

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath, aged 29, after discovering her husband's affair, in a letter to Ruth Tiffany Barnhouse Beuscher, her former psychiatrist (dated Friday, 20 July 1962)

[inkpressedpetals]

[geryone]

Kitchen Hymns, Pádraig Ó Tuama

[gnossienne]

John Clare, from “Spring”

[voidic3ntity]

hostility fills my being: I'm spitting words of self-hatred; projected.

[nixscriptum]

[voidic3ntity]

ghostly visions: nightmares burrowing into my skin like maggots.

[dailykafka]

- December 24, 1910

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913

[voidic3ntity]

you, blade poised between my spleen & my small intestine,

never fatal, for the slice is only threat, demise lies in divinity:

infection, does it cling or does it pass? gnawing upon flesh,

eating away at physicality, yet the body is double-bound...

each inch of tissue infected is each state of contamination,

the world painted in flesh is the precise reflection of mind;

solanaceous seedlings sprouting symmetrical as signature.

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931

[voidic3ntity]

lost in stasis, the loop of the liminal; minute moments dwell here:

within the glass walls of my iron casket, drudging the sediment,

the riverbed particulates continuously forming many hazy words.

in the fragmented midst of the current, I’m currently drowning,

the liquid matter gathering around points of bodily contention,

pieces & parts, complexities beyond simplicity, drawn inward;

the resonate residue, held together through the sharpening,

the knife on the block, another idol to worship, it’s too loud,

too much, too chaotic, too occultly ordered, unfolding inside.

I find myself here again, recoiling from the mess I find in me;

my mind is contaminated with the moulding wilt of your rot.

inside that rot, here where my being gets devoured by strife,

the pelican swoops again, & with another inhalation, I’m home.

[nixscriptum]

of being two truths at once.

[voidic3ntity]

here I stand broadcasting my life to you from these rusty pews.

[voidic3ntity]

& it's within these deformations of my frail horns; I choose to heal.