amonitrate:

supernatural + faceless: on the head of a pin

SHRIEK WHEN THE PAIN HITS

DURING INTERROGATION. REACH

INTO THE DARK AGES TO FIND A

SOUND THAT IS LIQUID HORROR,

A SOUND OF THE BRINK WHERE

MAN STOPS AND THE BEAST

AND NAMELESS CRUEL FORCES

BEGIN. SCREAM WHEN YOUR

LIFE IS THREATENED. FORM A

NOISE SO TRUE THAT YOUR

TORMENTOR RECOGNIZES IT AS A

VOICE THAT LIVES IN HIS OWN

THROAT. THE TRUE SOUND TELLS 

HIM THAT HE CUTS HIS FLESH

WHEN HE CUTS YOURS, THAT

HE CANNOT THRIVE AFTER HE

TORTURES YOU. SCREAM THAT HE

DESTROYS ALL KINDNESS IN YOU

AND BLACKENS EVERY VISION

YOU COULD HAVE SHOWN HIM.

—Jenny Holzer

He said No Visitors were allowed. Not even on Friday.

Then I went with magazines and fruit, and the nurse said, Go along in, his wife is there. […]

When he came out of gaol his eyes were dead and he said, I have lost my innocence, staring at the ceiling and chewing a frightful drug.

When he came out of the hospital he had a bandage round his throat.

—By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept, Elizabeth Smart

“Tell me about Sam and Dean.”
[…]
“No. I won’t do that.”

What relation is this man to you? (My beloved is mine and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.)

How long have you known him? (I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.)

Did you sleep in the same room? (Behold thou art fair, my love, behold thou art fair: thou hast dove’s eyes.)

In the same bed? (Behold thou art fair, my beloved, yea pleasant, also our bed is green.)

Did intercourse take place? (I sat down under his shadow with great delight and his fruit was sweet to my taste.)

When did intercourse first take place? (The king hath brought me to the banqueting house and his banner over me was love.)

Were you intending to commit fornication in Arizona? (He shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.)

Behold thou art fair my beloved, behold thou art fair: thou hast dove’s eyes.

Get away from there! cried the guard, as I wept by the crack of the door.

—Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

“I can do nothing, being paralyzed by doubt. I can only wait, like an egg for the twenty-first day, for him to arrive with all the west winds of irrefutable conviction. […] It is not the certainties which love cannot surmount, but the doubts the terrible doubts that make Vesuvius in my stomach. Doubt brings enough clues for me to finish the conundrum into damnation for myself.”

—Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm,
in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile,
and he said: “Please close that door.
It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear
you’ll let in the cold and storm —
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee,
it’s the first time I’ve been warm.”

—Robert Service, “The Cremation of Sam McGee”

teamfreewolf:

You were wrong about the blood.
It is the meat-eating lamb we are terrified of,
not the meat-eating lion.
The noisy Soul shrieking and spitting and bleeding set us off—
the smell of nice clean grass confused us.
It is the eyes, it is the old sweet eyes showing just a little fear.
It is the simple mouth full of honest juices.
It is the little legs crossed at the bony joints.
—It is not greed—it can’t be greed—it is fasting;
it is not divorce—it is custody;
it is not blood—it is supineness.

- The Naming of Beasts by Gerald Stern

anneretic:

My hope, daughter, is that
what you love doesn’t come to kill you,
eye by eye, ear by ear, bone by radiant bone.

“Marie Curie (contd.)”, Julianna Baggott

Injure me, betray me, but only make me sure of the love, for all day and all night, away from him and with him, everywhere and always, that is my gravity, and the apples (which ben ripe in my gardayne) fall only towards that.

—By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept, Elizabeth Smart

anneretic:

I came and I was nothing, and time will give us nothing
So why did you choose to lean on a man you knew was falling?

who would believe them winged
who would believe they could be

beautiful        who would believe
they could fall so in love with mortals

that they would attach themselves
as scars attach and ride the skin

“sorrows”, Lucille Clifton