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@stillgrowingwildflowers
the earth mourns the ones we've lost quivers and shakes and breaks like we do she turns our screams into sunsets our secrets to stars with the moon to hold your sorrow wherever you are she turns our tears into flowers grown through the dirt and though the world keeps on turning she feels your hurt
@ whereshegrows / still growing wildflowers
people ask why i take so many photos of insignificant things. it's because one day i woke up to a phone call telling me our sister was in the hospital. within a few days she was suddenly memories and old photographs. someone whos name we without realizing started whispering and saying less. when people ask why i take so many photos, it's so i don't forget.
@ whereshegrows / still growing wildflowers
I remember your last sunset as you were lying in the room they moved quietly in whispers giving you gifts you'd never use as they prepared you for death saying thank you, thank you, thank you I moved down the hall the room was far too crowded to hear you at all anyway and though it was such a relief to know that you'd be free I stood there holding back the rain and watched the pink sky fade knowing this was your last sunset with me
@ whereshegrows / still growing wildflowers
play this at my funeral
one day you're going to look back and think goddamn i wish I had that and you'll be sitting in the desert sun watching your bones dry up like the riverbed
I'll be coming down in my bare bones and pick me up then get me all alone and I'll be lying in the desert moon like I'll never lose you
light one up like it's going to be the last then take your hands scratch them down my back and you'll be breathing in the desert heat like you'll never lose me
we'll watch the moon close her eyes and you'll tell me I should close mine and we'll be sitting in the desert blue like me and you do
wake me up when my sister comes and tell me you'll miss me something fierce
I'll be going down in my bare bones and god, you know I hate to leave you all alone but I'll be lying in the desert heat like you'll never lose me
you'll be looking at the tall blue sky and I'll be looking the devil in the eyes and we'll be sitting in the desert sun watching our bones dry up like the riverbed
@ whereshegrows / the worst of me
i wonder if there is a difference between sadness and grief is a bruise a missing limb a split rib cage a drowning - near death
doesn't cut when love is as deep taken unexpectedly a tragedy
it was meant it wasn't to be this way supposed to be this way
it's okay it's not okay i'm not okay stop telling me that it will be
@ whereshegrows / the worst of me
nothing feels right at the end of July no one knew that a few days later you'd be lying in the ICU, hooked up to tubes and a machine that kept you breathing
and now I count August by fives one it's your birthday five it's a hospital bed until ten we're driving home and get the text fifteen why are we smiling at a funeral twenty wake me up, please tell me I'm dreaming twenty-five put on a smile so by thirty everything looks fine but it isn't
nothing feels right at the end of July because I know what happens next
@ whereshegrows / made of earth
they cut down the magnolia tree by your grave … what a foolish thing to do - cutting down the most beautiful thing in the cemetery. and i suppose it's no different than what we dowhen things become too beautiful to hold.
@ whereshegrows / made of earth
I am too full of life to be half-loved.
— Ijeoma Umebinyuo, Questions for Ada
every summer the reaper comes and asks me, how would you like to die?
make it grapefruit and tequila in the evening. a slow-burning flame. the gasping breath of my name. let it be a summer breeze on the sweat between my breasts. give me people to love and people to miss. make it unexpected. a lingering kiss. make it holy - like catching fireflies with them. climbing mountains and running through the rain. the kind of holy that makes you feel whole again. make it full of regret. but the kid that makes you laugh instead of wonder, what if? every summer the reaper comes and asks me, how would you like to die?
and i reply, make it a slow death.
@ whereshegrows / the worst of me
rough. because that's the only love i've ever known fingernails down a throat rough because i was told to be a tough girl brush off your knees, quit crying rough because you cannot let them see you weak once a coyote asked me if i wanted to make love i said (what) he said make.love. i said (no) (i like it rough).
@ whereshegrows / the worst of me
the allure of haunted girls:
there are ghosts we don't speak of so we keep your secrets too graves with water up to the sky we float and the birds dig out our hearts instead of our eyes so we see everything and feel nothing and when they are finished we close up our ribs with hands that have been stripped to the bone. cover them with mud and pray they'll grow flowers - so no one notices the blood.
@ whereshegrows / the worst of me
and only fools rush in where the devils still tread and we become them. only more violent. because you can't fight hell with a halo.
@ whereshegrows / the worst of me
i think i'm no good bad apple. rotten skin. rotten insides. i think i'm no good from bad to worse a curse - unforgivable i think i'm no good at lying to myself, but i am to everyone else i think i'm no good no matter how hard i try there's always some underlying scream that i think I'm no good and only fools rush in where the devils still tread and we become them only more violent because you can't fight hell with a halo
@ whereshegrows / the worst of me
the truth is - you don't deserve my kindness after what you did. but the truth is - i would still give it to you and I would keep giving it to you. i would keep shining a light on every good thing while holding your heart through the dark. the truth is - you could rip me apart and i'd believe i deserved it. the truth is - only fools fall in love and i'm the queen of my own misery the truth is - i believe you loved me. i'm just not the one you wanted.
@ whereshegrows / the worst of me
i am the type of woman who is willing to say, enough. even when my voice cracks and my body shakes. that is not fear you hear; it's my brave.
✴whereshegrows / the lovers✴
my spine is made of stems growing flowers from my ribs wrapping around my neck and holding my head high wearing this crown of butterflies
whereshegrows / the lovers
i came to a fork in the road and both signs screamed come this way. it will be better one day. you'll see. stay. but i looked away and up at the sky and said i'd rather fly so i gave myself wings
✴whereshegrows / the lovers✴