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we are the crossroads, my little outlaw

hades & persephone

December 1, 2020

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if you are light then i am the wasteland
for you to fall upon, desperately, messily, 
like newborn gods reach for the sun. and what
of that heaven reflected in your eyes? i don’t make
solace, i don’t make religion, but in your gaze
there is an ending, or a beginning, or the beginning
of my ending. i swallow dead men for breakfast, you see,
and they rattle in their catacombs when you press your
lips to mine. i deserve you least of all, darling, less than
the bodies turning over in my body, searching forever 
for salvation. i offered you my darkness and you
grew a garden within it. i offered you my hand and 
it blossomed in your palm. baby, the crows in the garden
are calling for the wretched, and here i am standing
next to you, an abstraction, an illustration, a falsity,
not the grave but the flowers that fall upon it. what
am i to do with the blood that rushes in the river? what are
you to do with me? now: the death at the end of the world
and the guts and the glory. and my body clutching flowers
to my chest. i'm trying not to let go, darling, i'm trying.

 
just a sloppy lil wip for an insta prompt
 

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2 Comments
  • Paisley Blue

    gah Dmoral beat me to obsessing over this... well, just read that comment again, it is worded much more elegantly than i ever could write a comment :) can't believe i missed this!! idk what is happening, i need to check your page more often!! :D


    5 months ago
  • Dmoral

    "i swallow dead men for breakfast"
    gave me CHILLS love, i just can't. this imagery and figurative language is amazing

    "i offered you my darkness and you / grew a garden within it."
    not only does this exemplify the contrasting characters beautifully, but the imagery is amazing!

    "what are / you to do with me? now: the death at the end of the world / and the guts / and the glory. and my body clutching flowers / to my chest. i'm trying not to let go, / darling, i'm trying."
    i couldn't not copy & paste this whole damn thing. the rhetorical, inevitable question? killed me, goodness that worry and already knowing. the imagery and tid bit cliche was amazing, just to be followed with what---pleading? ahhhhh, this piece.


    6 months ago