Despite All, There Is ThisI am alive. This is blood flowing through my veins, Fire coursing in my flesh, Thunder pounding in my heart, My head, my thighs, my clit. I am alive; I delight in the tenderness of bruises, The harsh impact of my flesh against the sun-baked earth, Feeling the dirt grind into my skin, Glorying in the sight of my vibrant blood Soaking into the tawny clay, Making it bolder, richer, more fragrant. I am alive and strong and proud, Reveling in the honest pain That is not pain at all, In the crunch of hard soil That is a validation of my existence.Despite All, There Is This
BarrenI stand outside the emerald garden While lush scarlet-throated birds Sing their vibrancy into the air, Heavy and full of water. The earth is dark and wet and fertile, Black with rain and richness. I am all the more barren before this oasis. Because of your absence I have been made a desert And cannot bear fruit.Barren
Cream and ScarletI think it is best When fingers and breasts Are the only things to move in subtle rhythm- (rise, fall, rise) When the moment comes and rests And hovers in sunset wingbeats, cream and scarlet, Enamored with the texture of hair- (fall, rise, fall) And skin becomes like the apple rubbed clean, Soft, and warm, and sweet.Cream and Scarlet
Destruction: A Study, Case Two[We are the feeders of betrayal to the self.]Destruction: A Study, Case Two
We slap the self And scream until the red shows, Hatred, Worthlessness, Accusation Until the self, whimpering, cowering, Draws itself to the wall and trembles. Then, gently, We draw the self up- Our hands laid against its cheeks And whisper consolation, Comfort, Strength, Pleading Kissing the self tenderly until the hurt goes away And the self sighs, relieved, Lets its body fall tiredly against our own In warm, exhausted devotion.
[Then we slap the self again.]
btw, I love your dA name
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If war is the answer, we're asking the wrong question
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