salted blood wound

a little girl writing little poems

[soracities]

ray bradbury was right: "September. In the last days when things are getting sad for no reason" etc

[weltenwellen]

Warsan Shire, from “Hooyo Full of Grace”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

[derangedrhythms]

Natalie Haynes, from 'Stone Blind'

[aniewritesss]

homelessness would be beautiful if you were the sky

[aniewritesss]

I don't know anymore, if you are my favourite poet or my favourite poem

- the diaries left alone in rain

[geryone]

Phantom Pain Wings, Kim Hyesoon

[aniewritesss]

somedays I believe I am pregnant, with the child I used to be, like my poems don't fit in a single sheet My toes too have outgrown these pink sandals. Nobody ever taught us how to pluck flowers, or how to blow soap bubbles, how to comb our hair and when to wipe our tears. How to blow candles and when to brush our teeth. They have been busy teaching women how to give birth, nobody tells us what to do if a child dies in our body on the contrary.

— funeral of her motherhood

[ourobores]

l.m. montgomery / sir george clausen, a frosty march morning / john ateinbeck, east of eden / claude monet, la pluie, 1886 / charles dickens, great expectations / nina volkova, spring / emily dickinson, march is the month of expectation / dale marsh, tales of true romance / v.e. schwab , the invisible life of addie larue

[aniewritesss]

If the white dasies saw her reading, they would turn red to want to be the roses pressed between her books

— in between birth and death all that was left was read but never spilled

[aniewritesss]

I wonder if an earthquake ever shook the sky, how many birds will find refuge on land?

- immigrants of the country that never existed

[what-is-this-bakwaas]

Send her flowers with a Mahmoud Darwish quote.

[aniewritesss]

I would cry so bad

[aniewritesss]

how many days does your year have, perhaps mine has stopped after the day I met you

[aniewritesss]

tears and years once shed, can't be caught by the eyes again.

- we can now only wipe our tears for the wiped years

[wormbus-art]

And the grass where you lay left a bed in your shape

[bellaerovjnata]

you return like autumn, and i fall everytime.

[astereaus]

"this is your autumn, opening, spreading the strong scent of exile and empty letters."

Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence

[mauniiie]

The season is late autumn. No wind is blowing, but the air carries a chill. The date is just about to change.

- Haruki Murakami, After dark