To be drunk in the everlasting lust that is living— that is how I want to exist. With teeth sharp as Athena's sword, lips stained of pomegranate as Persephone, to have blood under my nails and dirt upon the crowns of my palms as Artemis. I want to crack Earth with my knuckles until my fists are sorrowful and broken, wail until my mouth tastes of wine and bitter words. I envy the abysmal nothingness that stretches out across my mind fore there is something beautiful in dead things; like a necromancer with curling fingers over rotten gravestones. I want to be harsh, I want to be far too expansive to comprehend. I want you to flinch away from my tongue because your callous hands will not bruise the fruit within my garden of Eden. I am no Eve but Lilith, I create the tremors within Gaia, I am intoxicated in existing, holding ideas and poems upon my skin and in my hair, with caged hearts and crooked grins. There is mystery and magic in my bones, fear me, mourn me, watch me burn.
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Hysterical letters to my sanity
Poesíaa collection of poems inspired by stories I've read, people I've met and paths I've crossed, read and enjoy yourself:)
