I’m still under your fingernails when you bite them.
Leah | 20 | MI
As relaxing as I find this, I also find it oddly ominous and terrifying.
like, this is probably what you hear before you die???
this wall is primal
my grinding jaw
the headache pill
the necktie on my
bedroom floor
Ava by FAMY
“TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT DISMEMBERMENT: I miss your bones.”
— Bhanu Kapil Rider, The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers
(via heteroglossia)
You ask, “why do you keep hitting yourself with a hammer?”
Because it feels so good when I finally stop.
A lover said, You can’t make me fall in love with you
and just leave. It was like in the movies. What power
tastes like: knowing I could have him, even then.
How that one-room apartment with no AC
in the dead of summer made his skin wet,
made me want to see just how cold I could be.
— Ruth Awad, from “Shame, Abridged,” published in Diode
i killed a plant once because i gave
it too much water. lord, i worry
that love is violence.
— José Olivarez, from “Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,” Citizen Illegal
I need your teeth in me, slow and vicious,
to tell me my armor is just skin, bones,
only bones.
