Era V. Roman

Writer | Oracle woman: half witch, half empress 🔮✨

[huariqueje]

Femme Endormie avec son Chien.(Woman Sleeping with her Dog)   -    Louis Icart 

French,  1888-1950

Oil on canvas

[colourthysoul]

George Hitchcock - Vanquished (1895)

[suonko]

White Roses With Carpenter Bees - Paul de Longpré

[hadesian]

Daughters

by Era V. Roman

What do I see in the mirror with my eyes red and salty? I see men who are too big for life And I see mothers who are too small. Do I see myself at all Or is it all just me?

[hadesian]

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by Era V. Roman

I see, I see.

Dust settles over my eyes.

I hear, I hear.

Wind muffles my ears.

With my tongue, I taste-

whose blood is this

dripping thick and sweet

like honey.

Which bee? Which flower?

I feel, I feel.

My hands are tied.

I am an open wound.

[hadesian]

A dead thing and another

by Era V. Roman

From cold waters, you carry her home. You've seen dead things before, wounds: A woman and a woman and a woman.

At the doorstep, her mother greets you. With foresight, she's laid out her bed: A crib too small to hold her body.

You contort her in strange poses. The ice of her skin clings to you: Over the doorstep, you still carry her.

[hadesian]

Clay heart

by Era V. Roman

My soul is a riverbed people go to bury their shame into. I carry their name engraved in the side of my ribcage, Droplets of their confessions clinging to my skin. From water to water, it pours into me. And I take it in with a wish to live anything at all. I fear I may break like the fragile handle of a pitcher And remain forgotten far away from the source, Spilling myself into the dry and unforgiving earth.

[hadesian]

Telamon

by Era V. Roman

I’m a strong one.

I can take a punch to the jaw and swallow the blood like liquor.

I carry it all because I know I can take it,

And I wear my weakness as a fine necklace wrapped around my neck.

When I do ask for help it’s in the small things:

My voice a little too loud talking about my past,

Me crying to that song you’re playing,

Me joking how I’ve got no sleep last night for all the wrong reasons,

Me drinking that liquor like it’s blood.

I know I’ll meet my end by my own hands,

But I still have a little life, a little breath.

And I carry it all because I know I can take it,

But God, do I wish I wouldn’t have to carry it alone.

[artfoli]

Detail of Sleeping Girl, 1620, by Domenico Fetti (1589-1623)

[requiem-on-water]

HELEADES II by Paola Padron

[flintss]

Aaron Brent Harker - One For Sorrow

https://www.aaronbrentharker.com/artwork

[hadesian]

Tales of Strange Women

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[nemfrog]

The morning song. 1883. Book cover, detail.

[natt1129]

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✨@_weezytaughtme_ 📸🔫@nattward

[ellanmwebb2]

Botanical Gardens in Gothenburg // Doors

[heartmagician]

home is wherever the grief washes off your hands with the most ease. love nothing that can’t fit into your smallest pockets, and I will always be with you.

from Vintage Sadness by Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib (via heartmagician)

[book-of-ballads]

Where do you go when you go quiet?

Warsan Shire  (via antigonies)