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@artemesia
know any nifty ancient greek words having to do with blood?
αἱματοσταγής, blood-dripping, reeking with blood
φιλαίματος, fond of blood, blood-thirsty
αἱματοχαρής, delighting in blood
αἱμοβαφής, bathed in blood
αἱμοχροώδης, blood-coloured
“The name—of it—is ‘Autumn'— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road— Great Globules—in the Alleys— And Oh, the Shower of Stain— When Winds—upset the Basin— And spill the Scarlet Rain— It sprinkles Bonnets—far below— It gathers ruddy Pools— Then—eddies like a Rose—away— Upon Vermilion Wheels—”
— Emily Dickinson, The name—of it—is ‘Autumn’ (656)
choices made in anger is such a crazy image. if you know what i'm talking about
i'm gonna thrup
"it's okay, i can peel back the layers of you until i find the soft and gentle core of you you've had to work so hard to hide"? no. no, it's okay, i know you're hollow; i'm here anyway. you don't have to pretend it isn't masks the whole way down. whatever face you want to wear, i still love you. i don't need you to be good or unflinching or the antonym of violence. if i did, i wouldn't be here. i wouldn't ask that of you.
i have nothing against a character who is layers of scar tissue and callous protecting a small little sliver of their before self, who just wants to be safe to let that sliver grow and heal
however. when the only thing under all the scarring is more scarring. when there's nothing of the before self left at all. when there was a precipice, and they tumbled over it, and even if they got back up they'll never heal right.
and then to have someone still say i care for you. you are broken and i can't fix you and i'm here anyway. so what if you're a ghost of yourself? you can haunt me
ALEKTO ZAVERI
"I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies."
photography by Nona Limmen
— Vita Sackville-West, from “Solitude.”
Gustave Moreau: Study for Lady Macbeth (1851)
Aria Aber, from Hard Damage; “Rilke and I”
[Text ID: “Whether you want it or not, in you sleeps a woman of war,”]
[image ID: a light red userbox with white borders. there is big white text of the emoticon ":)" on the left and white text on the right stating, "this user is brimming with insatiable rage and is on the verge of snapping any moment"]
— Blythe Baird, from “If My Body Could Speak.”
“(…) to be embodied was to be the altar and the flesh and the knife. Sometimes the gods just want to see what you are going to do.”
— Freshwater, Akwaeke Emezi
LADY ALEKTO AGANA ZAVERI
“My whole being calls for an act of violence, but I still use velvet gloves.”
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KESMAI MAKHAIRA
"Oh, how beautiful you are. How incendiary and full of light. Promise me you will always be shining like this."
“Let me be antlers. Let me be lightning / branching jagged into sky. Let me be sky—”
— — Gavin Yuan Gao, from “Self-Portrait as the Last Wounded Stag,” At the Altar of Touch (via lifeinpoetry)
