"Good luck peeling the flesh from bone
all by your lonesome. A mother or a crone
is necessary. Someone to heat the water.
Someone to lie and tell you it’s fine
to get in."
I love my cats, but omg I have a cat hair in my eye and it hurts so bad. My eye is tearing up and smearing my makeup omg.
Long hair don’t care. Mean muggin all day. 💁👊
"Let me remain a nameless girl. The ghost crawling
towards you with a knife in its throat."
an excerpt from “Leverage”
by Rachel McKibbens (via 2000anhour
"Poetry is a kind of witchcraft. We have the power to manifest, to call forth, to make what didn’t happen, happen. I think of the griots who delivered stories from town to town, the soothsayers and playwrights and brujas, all the ceremonies and dedications and incantations and proclamations, everything that starts with the word. And how the word gains its power by being spoken and handed to the next person and how what we write will last longer than our skins, our poems are the truest husks of our former selves."
"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of self, as insidious as any cancer. And like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."
My face grew around my eyes.
My ma dressed me funny, clearly.