“What poetry has taught me
is that if a tree falls in a forest
and there’s no one around to cry for it
the other trees will learn how to.
In the wake of another splintering
they will say, I see you.
I too am growing sideways.”— POETRY AS COMMUNITY by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
And between offering and banquet / We devoured the gods
Myriam Fraga, from “Archaeology,” Purifications or the Sign of Retaliation tr. Chloe Hill (via sharkodactyl)
When I was eleven
I decided that having a body was too much work
so I transfigured myself into tripwire,
a silent inconvenienceOn most days I am still scared of being seen
— Greta Moran, from “Slow Fist” published in Cosmonauts Avenue
wolves are not what you should be afraid of.
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Short comic I did for @intrudercomics’s Extruder #2 anthology a few months ago. The original comic in the zine is just two pages, but I decided after the fact that a third page would be good. I believe you can still pick up a copy of Extruder at Fantagraphics Seattle and at Push/Pull. :3
Maybe I am a creature wearing the skin of another, a werewolf, a phantom, and I
wove this story to comfort myself. To sing myself to sleep.
@mabelpodcast (via c-estmabiologie)
darling, it’s the love song of every monster:
I wish I knew what I was.
Eliel Vera, from fire (via hyyacinthus)
how do i tell love from the taste of blood on my tongue? it was never supposed to be sharp and lonely and ingrained into wounded flesh.
in my dream i am running and the monster is behind me and he isn’t real and he isn’t real and –
what of it? i just don’t want to keep swallowing knives anymore.
Angel, excerpt from Lessons In Blood (via softestlove)
SO THE GIRLS ARE ALL DEAD.
SO THE GIRLS ARE ALL MONSTERS.
OK. FINE. IF THE GIRL WHO LIKES KISSING
GIRLS MUST DIE, THEN FINE. I’LL SHOW YOU
A DEAD GIRL: SHE WILL BE DEAD
AND MERCILESS. GO AHEAD. BURY HER.
THIS TIME SHE WILL RISE. SHE WILL CLAW
HER WAY UP. GRAVE-DIRT UNDER
HER FINGERNAILS. DRIPPING AND DARK-HAIRED
FROM THE WATER. YOU WANTED A DEAD GIRL
AND YOU’RE GOING TO GET A DEAD GIRL.
YOU WANTED A MONSTER
AND YOU’RE GOING TO GET A MONSTER.
IF THERE MUST BE BLOOD
THEN THERE WILL BE BLOODSHED,
DO YOU HEAR ME?
IF SHE IS A MONSTER FOR LOVING GIRLS
THEN SHE IS A MONSTER, THIS TIME.
SHE WILL HAUNT THIS HOUSE YOU BUILT.
SHE WILL SHAKE THOSE BONES.
DON’T YOU KNOW YOU LEFT HER HUNGRY?
LISTEN TO ME. IF YOU WANT A HORROR SHOW
THEN I WILL GIVE YOU A HORROR SHOW.
DON’T KILL ANYTHING
YOU AREN’T PREPARED
TO MAKE A GHOST OF.
s.s., “bury your gays” (via rabbittmouth)
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