-Rumi

Birth

I have my mother's rage.

The quiet rage, the unassuming one,

the rage which grips onto every molecule of your body,

until it claws and licks at your whitened bones.

The rage which sinks its sharp canines in you

which savours the taste of blood,

it craves it.

It lures your loved ones in carefully, it invites them into its stenching residence.

Sets out a nice cup of tea, or perhaps, the good tablecloth.

And when they think it's gone, the rage twists their necks,

and laps up the blood with its serpent tongue.

I have my father's indifference.

I sit and watch as it happens, smiling, as I watch and watch my house burn.

- e.u.

𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌

Sometimes I look at my own photos and feel like a stranger.

a little moodboard

“Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face, but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul.”

— Unknown

Frederick Ferdinand Schafer (German, 1839–1927) - In the White Mountains

Charles Bukowski, "young men," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire