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They say you find God in madwomen. I was a madwoman, bleeding in faceless dreams and into the ward bathtub, my shoes squeaky and neat, secret houses for my feet. My unshaven knees poking bony and true as I read and bled, until I was pruny and newborn from the bath, from my thighs where I had delivered my parents’ wedding knife, a still-birth. My father’s shaking rage and my mother’s bewilderment as I seized before a group of my peers. I do not remember this hour, this shaking hour in the mouth of God, where I touched the void and found it good. Picking through my own fingerprints, tasting them, sewing them on my nerveless fingers, marking where my body began and where yours — always yours — ended, as we ran together like watercolor.
Crystal Vega-Huerta, from “they say you find god in madwomen” (via lifeinpoetry)
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“I never counted on loving you.”
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I. I am a testament to the sea, and one day when my body withers, the force of my being will rage into the endless night of the violent brine. My bones will blacken like the clouds of storms, my skin will decay into the waves, and as the wind carries me on the final breath of my name, it will echo into the dark of the unknown, and I will almost be eternal. II. I learned that flowers are vessels of the soul, waiting to be reborn. Never again will I trample on the beauty of the Earth. III. I will be ash. I will return to the Earth as I once was, menial and charred, the soot of my soul ground into the blackest matter with which I will ferment the soil. Pluck me from the garden of my memory, and know that I am encased in every seed and every petal you waste into the frostbitten air. Scatter me into the cold depths of the universe, but I will not be lost into the depths of the sea. IV. How many seeds were scattered by the breaths of those who wished to die? How many oceans inside you did it take to expel those words of suicide? V. The sun sends warmth down into the brittlest dirt. When it burns out, life will be a lost cause. We have only days before the seasons change, only hours before the universe collapses, only minutes before my name is lost into the sea. Every moment will feel a little colder, but I was not eternal. VI. Let the winds of change absorb me, and I will run into the dusk. Born from the sea, a storm rages inside me, and through the force of my existence I will run into the final moments of your life, and welcome you home.
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