To be or not to be. That is the question. A question, yes, but not a choice.
Ranna Subhanhas quoted2 years ago
How something that lives only to fall can be nothing but sweet
Ranna Subhanhas quoted2 years ago
He laughs despite knowing he has ruined every beautiful thing just to prove beauty cannot change him
Ranna Subhanhas quoted2 years ago
the burning rooms he mistook for childhood
liahas quoted2 years ago
I kneel beside him to see how far
I might sink. Do you know who I am,
Ba? But the answer never comes. The answer
is the bullet hole in his back, brimming
with seawater. He is so still I think
he could be anyone’s father
liahas quoted2 years ago
I turn him
over. To face it. The cathedral
in his sea-black eyes. The face
not mine—but one I will wear
to kiss all my lovers good-night:
the way I seal my father’s lips
with my own & begin
the faithful work of drowning.
liahas quoted2 years ago
He moves like any
other fracture, revealing the briefest doors. The dress
petaling off him like the skin
of an apple. As if their swords
aren’t sharpening
inside him. This horse with its human
face. This belly full of blades
& brutes. As if dancing could stop the heart
of his murderer from beating
between his ribs.
liahas quoted2 years ago
I open my eyes. His face between my hands, wet as a cut. If we make it to shore, he says, I will name our son after this water. I will learn to love a monster.
liahas quoted2 years ago
He laughs but his eyes betray him. He laughs despite knowing he has ruined every beautiful thing just to prove beauty cannot change him.
liahas quoted2 years ago
Everyone’s shouting or singing and he can’t tell whether the song is for him—or the burning rooms he mistook for childhood.