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“But you seem always to be dragging your heart along the ground.”
— Haruki Murakami, Thailand (via stuff—n—things)
engaged 🫶🏻
condemned.
& i am a disgusting, heaving mass of viscera—
gore and agony, a wound beyond wounds.
a smear of suffering so deeply human it inverts, and can only be called inhumane.
i do not know how to name this pain.
i do not know how to wrap my head around it.
the memory is like a dream half-forgotten, dissolving as i wake to a vice-grip stealing the air from my lungs.
the recollection of hope, strangled by a hand that screams:
“THIS IS HOW THINGS ARE.”
and shatters me.
a thousand deaths, an eternity of grief, loss personified—
the price i pay for daring, for dreaming, for wanting and pursuing a path the gods deemed “not for me.”
a lifetime of punishment.
the sorry skin I wear, pretending to be someone.
playing at somebody, a person with a name, and not a pit of suffering.
I bleed. It feels fake, too.
False hope, wishing wells in the palm of a monkey’s paw—
damn it all.
the devil tricked me into coming back to life with false love, false hope, and then twisted my wishes into something unrecognizable—
my dream became a hell of my own asking.
if i asked, would you join me?
this coffin for two, this eternal dream.
these sunflowers,
bowing their heads in the dark as we say goodnight.
reap the scorched&salted earth you’ve sown.
may the furies take you.
Charles Bukowski, "for crying out loud," from Slouching toward Nirvana: new poems
Charles Bukowski, "to hell and back," from Slouching toward Nirvana: new poems
~ Ernest Hemingway
further apart, the closer that we are.
Goodnight Punpun | Oyasumi Punpun – Chapter 132
I wanted to take my skin off piece by piece and use it to sew up your holes
this was always going to happen.
matthew stover, david levithan, margarita karapanou, aeschylus, karese burrows, richard siken