#escapril2021

[hel7l7]

                                            The exact middle

There was a moment

                   after 

                                 you 

                                             had

                                                          passed

And I didn’t know yet

[aikaleegrave]

where the river splits, you find a god

and it speaks your name the right way, hunger-heavy and burrowing. you could choose what eats you. the gray mud and the crawling things in dock-shadow, where wood goes waterlogged and the barnacles are sharp enough to cut your hands on. if you’ll be devoured either way, get something from it. crack the shell of your heart apart and pry loose the meat inside, spit birthright into the riverbed like shards of glass, like prayers. follow your god to the delta where blood-silt spills into the dark saltwater, where revelation could come as easy as song. you believe because there is nothing else you could do. there’s no other way for the drowning-hymn to end.

a.s.w. || @avolitorial

[versesandvice]

Mirror

If I didn't know

About my reflection

Would I be happier

Or more full of fiction?

You watch as I cry

You count all my bones

You add to your collection

Of dissatisfied souls

[vegetablestews]

escapril day xviii: nightmare

[anotherghostcity]

Trying something for escapril. Hope it went well for you. Contribution for day 28 : extreme dissonance

[aresoracle]

escapril; tessellation     //    patroclus & achilles 

[ricardapoetry]

Stranger Than Fiction

stranger than fiction are the worlds we build in our minds that could be reality if only everthing was different if only our lies were true and our truths would last a little longer

stranger than fiction are the stories we tell others in which we are heros or damsels in distress either way always protagonists

stranger than fiction are the images we have of ourselves the ones we painted on the insides of our eyelids so that we may see what the world might see in us

stranger than fiction are dreams and plans and fantasies we tie to personalities that we equate with our futures or with secret wishes on forgotten pages of a diary

[greekgodoftragedy]

second day of escapril

day 2: the exact middle