Dec 15, 2015
i have turned myself hummingbird. not a girl that’s meant to be held wings always moving something furious, something fearful. it’s nice at first, this constant hum, a steam-haze daydream, losing hours to the shower & the sound of the water beating down. but my body is too small to contain this heart, this rapid beat beat beat cracks appearing in my skin without my permission, without me knowing how. i poke at them, let them spread & try to look away when things start growing there. once, i tried to fold myself into a crack that followed my spine down my back, body curving like a crescent moon waning & i found i was finally small enough to swallow myself whole.
Madeleine Christie, NATURE, VICTORIOUS (via vespairs)