on this day.

michelangelo di lodovico buonarroti simoni.

xxvii. MICHELANGELO DI LODOVICO BUONARROTI SIMONI.

Cupid (1496)

crimson covered tips shoot far across the globe, scattering a trail of rose petals and effervescent champagne until the arrow pinches the arm of her lover and suddenly cheeks are bright pink as heat radiates within the cavity of their chests. they drown in melancholy lullabies and chaste kisses. hearts tied together between thin thread, they slept back to back. love feeling more boiled down to dissatisfaction and temporary stability. purple, red; it bleeds splotchy on his neck as he returns home late from work and the arrow that once purposed everlasting love snaps while her heart bellows out of it's cage trying to find a soothing way to stop the agonizing pain of it all. it is then that cupid himself perishes.

Crouching Boy (1530)

he weeps into bent knees as hands shake visibly by his side. tears camouflage in the night as static from the television blares out louder than the telephone's line beeping. white knuckled fists slam against the wall behind him, the pictures above swaying from their nail as the self created earthquake continued seconds after. swinging his head back, a golden frame falls from above, his face falling forward once again as the impact of the metal collided well enough for his own blood to drip from his nostrils. fingertips graze the image that stares back at him, her eyes digging into his. fiery that has been buried for so long pushes against the back of his throat until finally he explodes. the loud shout for help was left unheard of as the glass shattered in the other room.

Pietà (1499)

torn flower petals lead to the bathtub overflowing with nothing more than clear water. her body hunched over, scared to witness what will be seen once she lifts her head to face her own reflection. fingers cramped around the sink, the faucet continuously pouring the liquid was meant to be more peaceful than harrowing. she grieved for the death of who she was, watching her old self fall to the floor, begging for forgiveness. fluttering her eyes shut with eyelashes caressing the natural blush of her cheeks, she rose her head. nausea sunk in the void of her stomach as the reversed picture glared at her. all she ever wanted was to feel her heart settle in her throat comfortably but the mascara stream distracted her from ever being fixable.

stupid cupid,
sending arrows to mismatched strangers
who define love differently than can be explained.
stupid cupid,
drowning individuals in a world of make belief
sending prince charming
only to fuck them up.

stupid cupid,
linking desired fear with blooming love.