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And I
Let the quiet of the night devour me
Let the darkness feast upon me
(As though they crave even the crumbs
Of what remains of my existence)
And I find myself laying awake,
(Patiently)
Waiting
For them to come for me
Because it is in these moments
That I feel most desired
And even if I dissipate this way,
(Slowly consumed night after night),
Atleast I will fade
Unafraid
And
Feeling
Wanted
peonies & pomegranates: when eve meets persephone
Persephone meets Eve standing at the edge of the underworld
A fist full of soil
Persephone says,
Hello there
Eve says,
I thought
I might be able to see them
In the end,
Again.
Her hands unfurl and
Let the dirt fall
You smell like them
Do
You
Know?
You smell like the flowers
Left behind
In Eden.
And Eve turns to look at her then.
And it has been many centuries
For them both
But
Persephone recognizes the never fading gleam,
The twinkle in her eye
Birthed only from
The glazing nectar of
Forbidden fruit.
A mirror reflection
Of herself.
Two women who chose to
Give in
Honour
Their hunger
In hopes of a moments reprieve
From being devoured by their own
Longing.
Persephone says,
You must be
Eve
Eve flitches at her own name.
Merely says
Nothing grows here
And Persephone understands
Her heartbreak
Says
No.
I am sorry.
And Eve flinches at that too.
Breathes,
No
Whispers,
No more
Apologies
Here.
I have lived a life time of
Repentance.
And I
Am done with
All this
Asking for forgiveness
For things we are not to blame for.
For things we are not sorry for.
Persephone
Still scented with Eden’s greenery says
I know
And Eve looks at her with
More ache
Than doubt.
Let’s the goddess assure her
That
You do not have
To be sorry anymore
Here.
And she takes the woman's hand in hers.
Smeared with the kingdoms
Dirt.
A handful of miniscule stones
Ground to sand.
Caught beneath her nails.
Persephone can feel
Life rolling off the
Girl
In gentle waves.
Even here,
After,
She ought to have been
Drained.
As though
The only way to
Take her
Had been instead,
To drown her
Completely
In the sea of
Existance.
And she
Was still
Dripping.
I did not want
To go back
To a gilded cage.
Even if the bars were wound
In vines
And blossoms.
I just
Missed
The flowers.
Persephone sits with her
At the edge of the underworld.
Says
I know
And Eve
Is tired of a lifetime of
Biting her tongue.
What do you know
Of wanting
Persephone?
A Queendom in Spring.
A kingdom come fall.
A million miles below the ground,
When the frost strikes.
Do you know what it is like to be
Cold
Persephone?
To be exiled?
To be
Unwanted?
And it is Eve.
No malice and all
Curiosity.
And Persephone wishes
She could give her
The answers
She needs to be
At peace.
I know
Much of wanting
And the unwanting.
Persephone looks
Up
To
The ground
Above
They blame me
For the plague of
Cold and barren land
And Eve knows too
Well
They blame me
For the plague of
A lifetime of repentance
And Persephone knows too
Well
For paying the price
Of my spent desire.
And their contempt
Drips
Acidic
Into the soil
Eve picks at the dirt
Beneath her nails
As though
She can feel
The burning.
And replies
As though to say
How dare you want,
Woman,
More than what we have
Permitted you to have.
Don't be
Selfish
Persephone finishes for
Her
Own heart and fists
Twisting
Curling
Into themselves.
And Eve
Goes on.
As though to say
How dare you disobey
What you were told to be.
How dare you
Attempt to become
More
Than we have let you
Be.
Eve looks at Persephone then
And it has been many centuries
For them both
But
Eve recognizes the never fading gleam
The twinkle in her eye
Birthed only from
The glazing nectar of
Forbidden fruit
A mirror reflection
Of herself.
I was only
Hungry
Says Eve
I know
Says Persephone
And I did not know
What could stifle
My appetite.
I did not know
What I craved.
Just that
I was starving.
And that
Nothing
Was
Enough.
And he came to you
In your instability
And they both know this story
By heart.
And he said
Eat, love
If you would like
Only
If you would like
And he dropped it into your palms
And she can almost feel the weight in her hands.
Where it once rested,
Before it was digested,
And left for her to carry
In the pit of herself
For eternity.
And it smelt of sweet possibility
Eve inhales.
Though breath means
Nothing here.
But she does it anyways
For the sake of
Nostalgia.
And he gave you a fruit
And I brought it to my own lips
And he gave you a choice
And I laid it on my own tongue
Peresphone watches her
Mirror
Knowingly.
And you chose
To bite
To swallow
The consequences.
And it hangs between them.
Tangible.
Ripe.
And ready
To fall.
The culmination
Of two seeded
Choices
And it
Drops
Into
Persephone's lap
Persephone's palms
Persephone's mouth
And you would do it again
And the fruit always looks deceptively
Delectable
But the nectar
Of the truth
Is always
Bitter
And Eve cups her hands below
The goddesses chin
And lets the golden syrup
Accumulate
And
Sips
Yes
I would
Do it
Again
And they do not need to speak
To say:
If I was given the chance
The choice
To save myself
Again
I would do it
I would take it
Over
And
Over
And
Over
Again.
Because
I do not think
I could ever
Be sorry
For being
Hungry
And eating
Until
I was full
And Persephone
Nods
Understanding
The all consuming nature of
The desire to
Know.
I do not think
I could ever
Be sorry
For choosing to live
Over
Survive.
I was never
Sorry
Even when
They punished me for
Knowing
For wanting
For being something other than
A good girl
A docile daughter
And Eve laughs
And Persephone is struck
By how much the
Sound tastes of
Fresh bloom.
Have they ever met
Mother Nature
She is
No
Soft
Or
Submissive
Thing
And Persephone smiles then too
And Eve is struck
By how much the
Image looks like
The creation of
A universe.
My mother
Warned me
Her breath is breeze after
Rainfall
To be wary of bitter men
And their sweet offerings
Her gaze is an ocean
Rippling reflection
And my mother said
It is a dangerous game to play
Persephone
She is
The symphony
Of life.
And my father said,
Listen to me, Eve
And my mother said
Come home to me
Persephone
Or their will be consequences
You belong here
In the sun
In the garden
In my gaze
In my grasp
And they both
Know this story
By heart.
Muscle memory
Fear
Hate
Rage
Longing
Stillness.
And I thought,
I belong wherever
I please.
And I thought
I deserve
To know.
I thought
I will not be afraid
Of the dark.
I thought
I deserve
To eat.
I thought
I will not bow to death.
And Eve is looking at
Persephone.
And the reflection
Is cracking.
And instead
He lowered his brow
To brush his lips
Across your knuckles.
And Persephone is looking at
Eve
And the reflection
Is shattering.
And instead
He bent a knee for me.
The glass is
Falling.
I do not know
What that is like.
I do not think
He loves me
Anymore.
And the silence
Aches for them both
How do you
Know?
And Eve
Considers this.
The quiet
Holds her
Softly.
I do not think I know
What love ought to be.
I do not think
The tree
Taught me
This.
And Persephone
Picks up
The shards,
Dew drops of light
Healing the image
Into a make shift
Mosaic.
Hands still gentle
When they brush away
Her doubt.
Love
Is
The way
The truth
Made itself
Soft
And
Sweet
For you,
Love.
Love
Is
The way
You choose
It
And
It Chose
You.
And Eve is
Not staring
At a mirror
She is gazing
At
The entirety
Of the universe
At once.
And the truth is
My lover
My sin
My salvation
That I was not
Naive
Or
Ignorant
Or
Victim
To a man's
Deception
And when I committed the
Transgression
Of
Making a choice
That was wholly my own
I did not beg to be kept
To be released
I walked out of
Paradise
With my head held high
Bid farewell to the
Light
And entered
The shadows
Let the gates shut behind me
And I left
And I stayed
And it was
My
Choice
And it is
In Persphone’s arms
That Eve learns
For the first time
Of what it is like
To be held
Other than as
Grudge
Or
Guilt.
And Eve
Is embraced by the universe
Until
At last
She knows
e v e r y t h i n g
It has now been 13 months 19 days 9 hours 4 minutes and 3 seconds
Since I last held you
And 7 seconds
9 seconds
11 seconds
If I had known
I wonder if I would have held you longer
I wonder if I would have been able to let you go
We were going to be stars
Tearing through the night sky
Diamonds of light skating across eyelines
Dancing with ribbons of moonshine
Until our feet and souls ached
But it would not matter because
We were going to be stars
We were going to slip
Into the depths of the galaxy
You
And
I
Let them make wishes on the diluted thought of us
Trillions of miles too far to be touched
Or caught
Or stopped
We were going to be stars
Wrap ourselves around each other until we were our own constellation
Let them make of us what they will
Stars do not care what they are named
We were going to be stars
And now that vision is a million miles away and so are you
I stay up most nights fiddling with slips of moonlight that filter in through my open curtains
Sometimes in the quiet of the dark, I dance with the thought of you barefoot across my bedroom floor while the rest of the house slumbers
Afterall, stars do not sleep
I wonder if you feel the song echo through the chambers of your heart
Palms pressed against porch doors
And birthday gifts sent in the mail
And impromptu deliveries of still warm baked goods
Made with the overflowing cups of time we try and make use of before they trickle through our fingers and down the drain
Your smile is as radiant as ever
And I find it in me to make wishes on the starlight glints that flicker when your eyes are caught in a beam of the sun or screen
You are
A star
I remind myself I am just lucky to still be alive
But I miss you
I grow more fearful of myself than the world unravelling around me
As I become more sure I will come undone completely before it does
It becomes a race
Who will spiral away first
But time too wants to play
Suddenly a day passes in the blink of an eye
Yet every second is eternity
The disorientating nature of a world turning so fast we often forgetting it is turning at all
I close my eyes and try deep breathes to fend off the motion sickness
I sleep the day away and wake at sunset to a sky dripping mango sorbet orange
The summer heat never kisses my skin
I forget the last time I went outside
I begin to memorize the constellations of my bedroom ceiling
I rediscover the depths of myself and relearn to fear drowning amongst my sea of doubt
The TV drones in the background at 3 am
Talking about the unity overcoming us all wrong
It is not from something befalling us but rather by the thing we already had.
The vulnerability writhing in our veins.
We are all terrified
Of unbecoming
More friendly smiles offered in the street lighting up eyes
All of us a little more willing to accept them
As though to say
I know you are scared
I am scared too
But I am with you
The story of us
Rests between the lines
Of every poem
I have never written
My name
Traitorously
Turning to nectar on your tongue
And I cannot blame it
For I know how impossible it is to
Resist
Melting
Into your voice's caress
You
My little constellation
Guide me
Away
From
Here
~ Be careful where that heart takes you, my love, for I fear it may lead astray
The idea of you spending the rest of your life with me makes me sick.
Which is to say I do not think it would be fair of me to sentence you to the rest of your time with me. What a shame it would be for your years to be wasted on us .
What a tragedy for your infinite love to be reduced to soft smiles and to drip slowly through cupped palms. Reduced to weathering skin and decomposing dreams.
I do not think I could bare, chaining you to us. When I know there is so much out there calling to be known by you.
What a sin it would be, for your infinity to be stifled by my desire for a fleeting eternity with your unfathomability. Your soul a broken record of lost potential.
I do not think either of us would be happy, for long. The endless loop of what could have been, lulling us to sleep and waking us at dawn. The winding melody threading itself between us as we hold eachother in the dark.
Your unfuillment clouding the windows. My guilt cracking the floorboards. The rements of our love sitting in a shoe box at the top of the closet. A fond memory of our youth that evokes more slammed doors than it should when we dust it off over a glass of Nostalgia. We don't know why it makes us so angry. So sad. To recall that we have become nothing of what we thought we would.
I think fate would forever resent me. For stealing you away from her. Life plotting our drifting slowly. Poking holes in our roof, flooding the kitchen sink, fiddling with the thermostat so its never quite right.
Until we find the silence (a once soft blanket we giggled under in the pillow fort we made in the living room)-- thread bare. Itchy. Fraying. Slowly unraveling. Until we find ourselves sleeping back to back. Holding hands awkwardly for photographs. Not talking until noon after 3 cups of water downed coffee. Dinners eaten at different times and tight lipped smiles with sad sighing eyes as we cross unexpectedly in the one bathroom in our appartement.
All of the kisses I brush across your cheek tasting of apology. Both of us trying to hard to let it be enough. Life, a spited lover picking us apart slowly. It would never forgive me. I would never forgive me.
I do not want that with you. I want forever with you. And I think the only way, for us to have that, is for me to let you go.
But love,
Please
Come back
And visit
I will patiently await your breif moments of return. Savor the sticky honey footprints you trek into the house. Every step dripping in hope. You-- drenched in life.
Wring out your sun soaked skin over the bath tub while you tell me tales of the way the universe has made love to you an infinite number of intricate revaltions.
Your eyes sparkling with a garden of blooming constellations that would have long ago wilted if I asked you to stay. Let the glittering of the stars in your gaze tell me I made the right choice. That it would have been selfish to keep you, in all your miracle, to myself.
The taming of your galaxy. Until it be consumed by its own blackhole in self preservation. Making itself small enough to plaster itself across my bedroom ceiling. Call it the sacrifices you made for love.
No. I would rather miss you recklessly gentle. My longing tinged with the knowledge that you will return, to assure me that that love I refused to take from you is being spent well. That the time I refused to steal from you is being spent well.
My needing double dipped in the the belief
That
You
Will
Come
Back
To
Me
If only to rest your weary soul, a moment. My little shooting star. My little galaxy. And tell me tales of your travels, without me.
And is it not the brightest stars
That burn out the quickest
That birth the most beautiful destructions
- Supernova unbecoming// All the stars are already ghosts// And in this way was Starry Night not an obituary
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⋆ ࣪. ⊹ deep blue, but you painted me golden ィ ˑ ˖ ࣪⭑
when he asks what i bring to the table but bitch i alr brought myself what more do u want ?
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may i please request a stim/moodboard of rascal/joker from smile precure/glitter force? themes of clown/jestercore would suit him and maybe purple/dark energy since thats what he collects. but feel free to go rouge
i grew up with the show but never see any content for it 😭 and i have an obsession for jesters and clown themed characters
of course!! here ya go!!!
hope you enjoy!!
Hall🎃ween #13
Sometimes we as people get caught up in all the anxiety, fear, worry, and basically any other uneasy emotion that life throws at us. So much so, we forget/ignore that we have a friend in Jesus, who is the creator of the universe, but also our Dad.
So... rest. Rest in His everlasting love, despite no matter what you've done. Rest in His ability to change things in your life that you didn't think would be changed. Rest in the fact that, while He is powerful, and strong enough to hold the world in His hands, and move mountains, He is also gentle and caring enough to understand your complex emotions, and your scary situations.
Rest in him, for he is faithful and true.
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