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Diabi Diarabi henna by @visualsbyponzio

i’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me like the bullet was already there, like it’s been waiting inside me the whole time.

lifeinpoetry

It’s not metaphor that bees make honey of themselves while language only dreams the hunted thing. Let’s be hungry a little while longer. Let’s not hurt each other if we can.

— Maya C. Popa, from "Wound Is the Origin of Wonder," Wound Is the Origin of Wonder

derangedrhythms

Eros comes out of nowhere, on wings, to invest the lover, to deprive his body of vital organs and material substance, to enfeeble his mind and distort its thinking, to replace normal conditions of health and sanity with disease and madness. The poets represent eros as an invasion, an illness, an insanity, a wild animal, a natural disaster. His action is to melt, break down, bite into, burn, devour, wear away, whirl around, sting, pierce, wound, poison, suffocate, drag off or grind the lover to a powder.

Anne Carson, from ‘Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay’