The Addicts Don’t Disgust Me; Humanity Does

Originally posted on Bruised But Not Broken:
Even the heathens used to suck on their mamas titty..? There was a time the addicts cried for milk and that was enough.. Those babies grew with Love in their hearts and still the world beat them down..? People, beat them down. I’ve watched everyone i’ve ever loved…

Thunder

In the morning thunder is the message, the godhead spurring her from sleep, shaking her lucid, demanding her to rise, run, go to the mountain and request the journey. Return to her dead family, return to her burned home, return to her friends echoes, their forms metamorphosed into ghosts. And in the night, all is…

Straight from my Notebook to you/Christina Strigas

How do you remove stains when you cannot see them? Repeat. Rinse. Wash. Dry. The load is full my arms are empty collapse into the thoughts you discarded. Say no! No, to  the way you say my name as if you chose it and it belonged to you. It didn’t, you know I don’t, you…

Lilith-Christine Ray/Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

You look at my nakedness and call me Eve name my sins Disobedience Greed as you take the apple willingly from my hand But I am no Eve offering temptation of the tree of knowledge’s sweet fruit serpent wrapped around the branch above my head ? I am Lilith the first shaped of the same…

For Paul-Candice Louisa Daquin/The Feathered Sleep

Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
In the other place of keeping afterward when door is softly closed and light extinguished where flowers bloom without need of sun perfuming air with unseen stamen at last you are unburdened, free of torment we sit at oiled wood table eating buttered toast with fingertips you tell me of  real…

Blank Space-Zelda Reville/A Sea of Illusions

Originally posted on Zelda Reville:
Is there a place for him in this world, where he doesn’t need to cut and unzip the space around him, step into silence and hide himself in common sight? Is there a place for her in this world, where she doesn’t have to squeeze herself into a flimsy, curvaceous cutout, paint on “lol”…

Letting Go-Hudson Biko/Piece by Piece HB

Originally posted on Pieced By HB:
Maybe we tell ourselves we’re letting go So the fibres on the ropes burn a little less And maybe sometimes they do But the scars stay Always. ? © Hudson Biko Photograph: Stijn Swinnen Check out Piece by Piece is on Facebook and Twitter!