Musings Before Winter

Musing Before Winter — repost from tumblr

repost from tumblr

CN: death, depression

She’s been thinking about things that don’t need thinking
about — like how sleep is a poor substitute for drinking,
how movies lie and love ceases to matter
when your ship is sinking, the water’s rising—
no one survives, not the rat, not the adder,
not the bundled up or the gloveless
or the loveless. The weather’s prising
everything out of your hands, your…

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Friday Poem: Musings Before Winter

repost from tumblr

CN: death, depression

She’s been thinking about things that don’t need thinking
about — like how sleep is a poor substitute for drinking,
how movies lie and love ceases to matter
when your ship is sinking, the water’s rising—
no one survives, not the rat, not the adder,
not the bundled up or the gloveless
or the loveless. The weather’s prising
everything out of your hands, your fingers clutching
numbly, sensation-less—the water’s cold;
You’ve lost all feeling, you’re growing old,
she misses you.
                                What’s there to miss?
Your gasping throat, convulsing on a kiss.
Collarbones, fingers, the way you paused,
between ‘my’ and ‘darling’, as if considering
which word to use. The way your hands hooked into claws,
into her hair, into the sheets. The way you laughed
at others’ scars, hiding your own. How jealously
we all protect our skin, how zealously
push others off the raft.
How desperately we all want to be seen
and loved and understood.
How she would like to do some good
before she dies. And how the sword is keen,
the word is sharp, and how the water’s cold,
but battle’s hot.
And how she’d love to fly south for the winter.

Welcome to my little corner of the Internet!

So, this must be attempt number 99 for me, but I am finally starting a personal blog. I’m determined to keep up a weekly posting schedule. The content is going to be both poetry and prose. The main purpose of this blog is to get in the habit of writing regularly, so I’m not going to set a theme as of yet.

If nothing else, it’ll follow my journey as I learn and grow (particularly in the department of How To Be a Person).

I’ve been heavily inspired in recent months by Havi over at The Fluent Self, so expect lots of playfulness, secret agent code, and proxies.

If you want more regular updates, check out my (mostly reblogged) content on tumblr and my (totally hilarious, I promise) observations of life on twitter.