âmy bones are heavy / with the weight / of never having been seen at all.â
â Natalie Wee, from âEither/Or/Otherâ, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines (x)
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if i look back, i am lost

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âmy bones are heavy / with the weight / of never having been seen at all.â
â Natalie Wee, from âEither/Or/Otherâ, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines (x)
the war
Memories of you are stuck between my nails. Clawing you out is a pain that is difficult to endure I could write odes to our battles but they still wouldnât be bloody enough to paint the kind of wreckage that we left behind There is a tombstone where my strength shouldâve been. It says âIn loving memory of what was robbed during the warâ - ar
trinkets
Maybe you will wake up tomorrow and find your love for me underneath your pillow. Maybe youâll say, âIâm sorry darling I had forgotten I couldnât sleep without itâ
protests
I had already written an ending and hidden it in poems; between words that spoke of undying love and the relentless chase of fate that breaks lovers who still think the violent protests of their hearts are enough to win gods over
surprise
I didnât think a boy could make me pour prose again but then you left and it rained
an outpour I couldnât have anticipated
barely there
You are picking at my seams without touching me. My vice has always been to believe words. Words; a variation of mere alphabets that will strike me or bring me to my knees to offer myself to you. Is it not a contradiction to offer residues of yourself to someone. But I suppose it is a desperate silent prayer of love and acceptance and wholeness. How lucky are those whose parched mouths are kissed and whose souls are filled to the brim. How lucky are those who bare themselves and are loved in return.
Scorpio Moon ~ Child of Hades & Persephone
Did you know that in Greek myth Hades (Pluto), the modern ruler of Scorpio, and Persephone (represented by Virgo) had a daughter? Her name was MelinoĂŤ and she was associated with the Moon. As the Goddess of Ghosts & Nightmares she exercised her power in the realm of the soulâs passage. Her name means âDark Thoughtâ or âDark-Mindedâ in Greek. She wandered the earth every night with a train of ghosts, striking fear into the hearts of men. This was said to be the reason why dogs bark at nothing at night. She also had a dual chthonic and heavenly nature.
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Can youââââââhaunt
a homeââââââyou never laid your bones in?
â William Evans, from âAcres,â We Inherit What the Fires Left
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âFruitâ by Azra Tabassum (@5000letters)
âOh yes, but lostness is loving someone too, knowing you would take the raft out further if it meant a few more minutes.â
â Jeff Latosik, from âOn the General Being of Lostness,â Poetry: New Canadian Poets Issue (December 2017)
AZRA TABASSUM (or @5000letters)
from My Heart is Full of Open Windows;
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