#st: cipher

[illusionswrites]

Have you ever had an out-of-body experience where you see yourself fall apart in slow motion? Where you can see the shatter marks as a stranger says the words you never thought you would hear? And there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop them or to make them take the words back? The world shifts on its axis so abruptly between the second when everything is fine and the one where you descend into an abyss, that you have no chance to plan an escape.

excerpt from “Parietal Eye” by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

once you work your way under my armor-thick skin, you will find a million love songs swimming through my blood over countless arterial pages of tell-tale ink yes, the truth wrings out of us all, eventually

magic with skin on my morgan nikola-wren.

[illusionswrites]

strange, it's as if you walked so carefully through every heartbreak i pulled from broken glass and trembling lips, gathered up all the love i placed in fumbling hands, and brought it all back to me so, i am all the more sorry for the bruises that are itching to bloom up our story some days i just burn to go smashing into anything that's beautiful enough to break and i swear, when i first felt safety on your skin, the shock of it nearly snapped my fingers in half

magic with skin on by morgan nikola-wren

[illusionswrites]

Choose someone who will help you come undone and stitch you whole all at once. Someone who will treasure your pieces as much as your entire picture.

all of you. stripped by cara alwill leyba.

[illusionswrites]

That was the thing about her. She had this gift of seeing only possibility. An undying reverie for better things. Her eyes drenched in silver linings. Living a life as though everything was made up of magic and every star was her own. But the most enchanting thing about her was that she made you feel like you were also worthy of that same kind of charmed universe. Her hope was contagious.

better things. stripped by cara alwill leyba.

[illusionswrites]

You were a mess before any of this happened. Insecure and afraid and more than a little broken. One day someone said you reminded them of a storm. And you believed them, didn't you? Spun a little faster like a hurricane saved your body for the wind for the day it would take you away. Did you forget what you understood as a child that storms outlive butterflies by a few mere days? Now here you are in your own aftermath. Tell me is today the day you finally lean to love yourself?

Self Destruct by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

why am i always running in circles between wanting you to want me and when you want me deciding it is too emotionally naked for me to live with why do i make loving me so difficult as if you should never have to witness the ghosts i have tucked under my breast i used to be more open when it came to matters like this my love

if only we met when i was that willing. the sun and her flowers by rupi kaur.