Captain-Pessimistic.

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by minimoss

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[persephoneshellhounds]

oh, to live with sadness, so deep — it has started spreading; i can feel its crushing weight: a stampede.

my trampled bones have started to resemble wildflowers as they decay and the soil flinches at the sight of something so pure — something so tainted.

behold, the lamb of god has become the big, cruel wolf; this is what happens to delicate things after they’re done breaking — after they’re done rotting. this is what happens to pure things after the sins and sacrificial rites.

behold, the lamb of god — the scapegoat has become the wolf

and one day, it will outrun the forest fog — spreading — consuming. devouring. one day, it will outrun the howling in its chest. one day it will outrun the ironic aching of ribs, long emptied.

oh, to be a girl and not a wolf. to live with sadness and trampled bones. maybe one day, i too will outrun myself

— fray narte

art by: chelle tupas

[persephoneshellhounds]

My hands still remember the quiet aching of these wounds — too deep and wide for stitches and shaky hands. And so, I never learned to unpack my grief. It still is in a suitcase with December dusks and dreary summers — shut in secret library walls. I never learned to unpack my grief because I’m terrified that when I do, it’ll be way too messy to place it back where it belongs.

Some things, we never tell ourselves out loud.

— Fray Narte

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Me: ah, finally I got everything done. Now I can relax.

My brain: Hey remember that trauma? Say hello again

Me: *sips out of cup with shakey hands* So relaxed

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