it was like gazing at the face of god,

and finding no compassion there

[thebrutalityofagod]

what does it all come down to

healing is an act of communion

a declaration of faith perhaps

the terrible and the terrific spring from the same source

the gaze requires no words at all

i don’t know where to hide my rage

[nixscriptum]

less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ఌ )

[lacetulle]

Marco & Maria | Barcelona Bridal Fashion Week

[majestativa]

But you would [...] bite her shoulder wanting entrance to her blood.

— Erica Jong, How to Save Your Own Life, (1977)

[nixscriptum]

[tenderlypressed]

[theoptia]

“I restore, reconstruct, walk thus in the midst of death. And it allows no grace, no halo, no truce.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from Selected Poems; “The Cure of Folly”

[feral-ballad]

Tawanda Mulalu, from Please Make Me Pretty, I Don't Want to Die: Poems; “All we got was autumn. All we got was winter”

[themakeupbrush]

Gaurav Gupta “Siren Rising”

[nixscriptum]

[smokefalls]

I open my mouth and, despite the world, use it almost daily to fall in love. This is so direly human of me— so egregiously alive.

Kayleb Rae Candrilli, "Thoughts on Romance as the Heat Index Rises" from All the Gay Saints

[geryone]

DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW., Noor Hindi

[themakeupbrush]

Gaurav Gupta

[geryone]

The Bees Have Been Canceled, Maya C. Popa

[majestativa]

I will remember you, pray for you, recreate your image, and hang it above my eyelashes, face to face with destiny waltzing over my eyelids.

HANANE AAD (حنان عاد) — Banquet of Mercy for the Universe, transl. by Peter Waugh & Hanane Aad, (2022)

[geryone]

In the Current Where Drowning Is Beautiful, Abigail Chabitnoy

[lacetulle]

Gaurav Gupta | Sirens Rising