being alive is like,, being so full of love and so full of loss at the same time. a lot to carry around either way.
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being alive is like,, being so full of love and so full of loss at the same time. a lot to carry around either way.
bloodied
battered
bruised
the fallen says
"i deserve better"
and they rise
. bravery
Blood pooled skies
Obsidian waves
The blue moon is waning
Shark skull
Void body
Death quietly looks above
Soft admiration
Tender love
Does the moon think of Death too?
despite the grief, we have to let life in.
Commissions open if you want a shadow of your own
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Ritual by Mary Esther Muñoz
drip , drip , drip , drip
Oliver and Death came to visit
while I was eating dinner on the porch
I thought I had to do a physical grand ritual
to mark my consent with Death.
Write a contract, sign it with blood
Gestures I was willing to do
"You've already done everything," Oliver said, while I was properly stuffing my face.
"You've never been interested in such things before."
I suppose I thought that's what I had to do.
"Why?"
What do you mean?
"Death accepts us as we are. Why would you think you'd have to do something big-"
When I haven't been interested in that before. . .
Death was in the rocking chair, quietly looking in a light polluted night sky. May 7th was the New Moon; there was no moon I could see. But Death stared up fondly anyway, as if marveling in her beauty.
Even in shadows the Moon doesn't forget what she is. Many appreciate her only when fully lit to our human eyes, but who appreciates her when she can't be seen?
Like a moonflower blooming under the evening stars, maybe I can bloom in the shadows too.
So when my thoughts are cast in darkness, may I remember that I'm still beautiful, even if I can't see it at the moment.
Death's claws dripped with wisping shadows
and sunk them deep into Their neck.
The Void of Death glazes Their eyes
Their pupils begin to eclipse
When Death lets go
Their blood will flow
and act as Their signature
The Fallen has arisen.
The Universe lays witness.
The contract has begun