#bitsofstarglow

[luminote]

Always, almost.

[oneandocey]

To be seen is not to be loved. But to be loved is to be seen and understood completely.

[goneahead]

Whalefall

it's a sort of grace, this death,

to build a whole world in the slender

curve of one's rib, and new life

from the tender marrow of grief. When

those you nourish hear your

people singing in the sunlit blue-green

vastness overhead, do they

remember then? Are they grateful? Or do

they close their eyes and go on

blindly eating; content and oblivious to

the unending bounty of your love?

~~~~~

for @montereybayaquarium 's deep sea december prompt 'feast'

[soulreserve]

to stardust you shall return

all that is left of you is tethered to a tremor.

your absence widens, and keeps on widening until we are finally separate.

the gulf between us is a star-fed river.

the gulf between us is a light-starved chasm.

I watch you convulse, collapse into yourself.

you, a soft nebulous shadow that grows warm and bright, incandescent, from a seed.

so quiet. so very quiet.

you spin away in the vacuum of space. pulse light. scintillate morse code answers.

i hear the silence.

i hear everything you want to say.

© SoulReserve 2026

[beforeyearning]

[heartofmuse]

Let my body talk,

While my soul burns,

Drunk on feeling,

Dancing desire,

Breathes like firestorm,

Stars exploding,

As moans wet the night,

Raining pleasure,

On a bonfire

That never ceases.

e.v.e.

[alyssasimonewilmott]

arcane/ward

when we were girls we were taught that if you just loved the beast enough, looked past the dripping fangs, the claws curled around a heart you were certain was good beneath it all - if you held a little more faith, stayed soft enough, malleable enough, resilient enough - that the spell he was under would be broken and you would live long enough to see the beast become the man you were promised; your reward for loving so blindly and wildly - and so i drank my poison like a good little miss every last d r o p we're feigning fables now, but not really. it's a tale as old as time. so we sit in our gilded cages and carriages of copper and wait. wait while the beast clips our wings, and the bars that once kept us safe, the bars we mistook for devotion, now hold us captive. until the clock strikes midnight and the carriage remembers it was always a pumpkin, while you're standing in a pool of your own blood, cutting your feet on the same glass slippers you were once all too willing to wear.

and you cannot be surprised when the fairy tale buries you in a shallow grave.

because he showed you who he was from the beginning.

the teeth were not a curse.

the claws were not a hex.

the beast was not waiting to be loved into becoming human. the beast was never waiting to be saved. there was no spell. only you.

[dg-fragments]

There's a sky over the sky, where the sun still shines through, find me there; amidst the trials and tribulations, when things still fall in place, find me there.

-DG