tetrarchangel

All you have to do is let it roll back into you The atmosphere of oppression; the resistance of Fragile air tearing with searing pressure The air of slavery and despoilment Spiralling back down to earth I’m on fire again. ‘The Peace of the Sword be always with you.’ Fire might be around you, And fire in you, astringent of your conceits and comforts, But this fall is so so serene… I close my eyes and imagine what it will feel like To impact the earth. It is the paratrooper drop, it is the Combat entry. Hordes of foes Are upon the field, confident of victory. They have forgotten me, Let slip from their re

my husband tried to make love to me . he was topaz, he was grim, he was the chalk and smoky fire of fear and gnawed-at angels - he was the bright face of fruit. he was horrible and strange. he stared, licked and rolled me in his palms like a cigarette, wordlessly dragged me from my grassy bed by the bones in my legs and pinned me down in that darkly smiling, jagged place where he put his hands on me and dragged the crushed moans from my chest made me yell like a dog and oh how frightened and trembling and in awe i was of his caverns, his black and rolling eyes how his pomegranates bled and stung and trickled, bitt

When there's no one else to kiss, I kiss my own reflection. I slide my tongue over her slippery lips; I gaze past her fuzzy eyes that shine like faceless diamonds into her inexpressible soul. I tell her that she's beautiful. I remind her that her existence is sacred, necessary, meaningful, and that no one can ever hurt her. She thinks about everyone she's hurt before and she cries out. Her invisible heart breaks into five fallen footsteps and she turns away from me, in pain. Her ears fill up with static emptiness, pure being; the whirring silence of deep space takes away her breath. Nothing can ever change her. No one can ever hurt her. Lig