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witchy mermaid from that spot of the sea bathed in moonlight

[werenotreallystrangers]

Let the question stay unanswered

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[ducissatenebrarum]

Memento mori: doodled skeleton death holding an hour glass (Engelberg, Stiftsbib 339)

[paper-wounds]

[signedthemoon]

— isa b. shattered halo & heart

[nixscriptum]

[nixscriptum]

[bostonpoetryslam]

“Who are you and why have you come here / Do you know me / Why are you touching me / Do you want / Me or are you here to end / Me / Take a seat don’t bother asking / Notice the softness of my neck / I’ve been waiting for someone’s teeth / To explain to me who I am”

— Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, “Questions for My Admirer,” published in Vida

[existential-celestial]

“I cling to you so that you cannot unloose me, I hold you so firm till you answer me something.”

— Walt Whitman, “As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life,” in WHITMAN (The Laurel Poetry Series).

[paper-wounds]

[literaryvein]

L. V., exhumed writings

[feral-ballad]

Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “Duress”

[Text ID: “Often, I’ve wanted, / not death, but disappearance, / evaporation, a bloodless self-banishment.”]

[furtho]

Detail of a gravestone, St Peter’s church, Heysham, Lancashire (via here)

[critical-quoter]

. . . sunlight personified. She warmed me where I had only ever been cold; she took what was fallow and made it fruitful. I did not know that it was possible. I did not realize my soul was not salted.

Carmilla - Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

[mournfulroses]

Makenzie Campbell, from a poem featured in "2 a.m. Thoughts," originally published in 2017

[fleetling]

Indeed, I thought, slipping the silver into my purse, it is remarkable, remembering the bitterness of those days, what a change of temper a fixed income will bring about.

—Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

[mournfulroses]

Maggie Smith, from a poem titled "Self-Portrait as an Incomplete List of Mysteries," featured in A Suit or a Suitcase: Poems