CUT FROM THE SOURCE
I had to let go,
All those things you said I was
I unraveled,
Became undone,
My bones melted,
My heart unrest-
For it won’t stop beating,
Beating, beating
Because it knows no less
I became unplugged,
Undressed in your layers of
Manipulation,
Unleashed from your cage from
All the ways you Underestimated me.
Diana
Rising with the moon,
She represents me and you.
She’s fierce and brave,
She’ll put you in your place.
She shines brightly,
Her glow never left.
A hand outstretched and her lips upon your cheek.
A bow and arrow raised to the sky.
A breeze chills past you, breathe.
Diana, protect us from the darkness with your light.
Diana bring us children.
Goddess of the hunt, bring forth your love!
I wish I knew how to write
Love letters, sonnets, words that would trace your
Lips over and over
Till you feel you can’t breathe
And are only craving to inhale me.
UNTITLED SHORT STORY EXCERPT:
In the distance she saw a warm glow, a sigh escaped her lips. Almost home. The rain picked up, wind pushing it in every direction. Carrie picked up her pace, at least the rain would hide her pit stains.
Almost home.
She could feel herself running clumsily down the slick concrete and puddles. The light was still there but why did it seem so far away? The North Judah street sign was tattered but it was there, she was there.
1. Finneas O’Connell / 2. Ocean Vuong / 3. adampvrrish / 4. Otessa Moshfegh / 5. Fairycosmos / 6. Richard Siken / 7. frenchtoastlesbian
Little bunny, what will you bring? You know it’s nothing new but it’s just as important. Little bunny don’t be crude, my pain is not your food.
Let’s hop into the new year.
“Let us live for each other and for happiness; let us seek peace in our dear home, near the inland murmur of streams, and the gracious waving of trees, the beauteous vesture of earth, and sublime pageantry of the skies. Let us leave ‘life,’ that we may live.”
— Mary Shelley, “The Last Man”
You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it
Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami
just in case no one told you, you did well this year. you don’t even realize it :( I’m proud of you, you should be proud of yourself too
Words[poetry, flash fiction, novels] and worlds from a writer called Lu. I sometimes post my photography.
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