where words come not to die, but to live @m0rguefiles - Tumblr Blog

luthienne

why are you sitting there so silently, / like someone mute, eating your heart,

from Homer's The Odyssey (tr. Emily Wilson)

martyrborne

Devotion: profound dedication, loyalty, or love for a person, activity, or cause.

To love like a dog. To give everything and receive nothing but table scraps. To always want more.

chillpotato

Mieko Kawakami, from 'Heaven'

brandneweyescd

they were right btw. you have to dig yourself out of your grave over and over again

choysum

Anne Boyer

readmydesire

on hedonism by anne carson

r-siken-deactivated20210531

love from a distance, richard siken

weltenwellen

Jennifer Chang, from "The World", Some Say the Lark

apoemaday

Our Ghosts Will Smoke Cigarettes Together

by Bethany A. Breitland

I look forward to a long talk with you finally after we’re dead, our ghost legs flopped over a blackened sill. The storm window with its rickety metal ridge no longer cutting into the backs of our thighs, like it did when we were young, perching over the porch roof to see the moon of the young corn. It’ll be cool summer nights forever — Indiana, crickets singing — freight trains fat with silage howling across the flat land. And we shall sit, our spirits willing a heft into our backsides as we inhale. And because we’re ghosts, the tar smell won’t seep into our hands or hair as it did when we were sisters — sure signs we weren’t the good of girls we’d been raised to be.

But we’re dead now, so we don’t have to lie. And we also don’t have to avoid talking about the nuances of love and violence we were born into. How need and want and touch and hate bundled our bones for kindling. It’s easier now to feel safe in my body because I don’t have one. It’s easier now to admit we all were just trying to stub out a nightmare

and instead, we set the fields on fire.