still inside of me. In every cave and
crevice between my joints, behind the
veils of my eyelids, lurking on the other
side of my goddamn spine. I thought I
had flushed you out a long while ago,
leaving nothing but a stain where you
once gave yourself over to me in a mess
I know you don’t feel it anymore, but my
god, the ache never left my body.
you can pretend like I dont exist but I still made you whimper like a little bitch when you were about to cum
my hatred for rapists is unconditional. i don’t care who you are, if you rape, you have revoked your humanity and you belong in the fucking ground.
in my bones, the light
that guides me through tunnels
of heartache and stolen promises.
You are every gentle moment
that made me redefine
softness to spell your name.
I am the only one of two
who knows you
from the inside out.
|—||A.Y // mother (via 2wentysixletters)|
from »the lewis carroll picture book« (1899)
i want this marriage