her (2013)
Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Joaquin Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940
“Et in Arcadia ego”
(Even in Arcadia, there am I)
I will tear my heart out; before this cathedral of flesh lets me go
The pink ribbon scars remain, delicate inscriptions of things I never dared say aloud
I have bled in silence, tried to scour regret with ritual and rainwater… but it clings, a second skin, soft as memory, heavy as guilt
My angel wings; once alabaster, now bound in velvet chains; a slow suffocation beneath borrowed holiness
They ache when the wind moves.
They remember flight.
My belly burns with the echo of choices, each one a blade turned inward, an inheritance of fire
There is no absolution here; only the architecture of longing, and the dust that gathers in the mouths of the dead.
I aspire to have it all—
The drive to create my own niche in this god forsaken city
But suddenly, I’ve realised that the simple joy of you playing with my hair is the only treasure I pray for.
That’s the only thing I will ever fight for.
coco mellors, cleopatra and frankenstein.
Kaam Challa by Madhur Virli
The Laugh Store, Gurgaon,01.01.2025
Alice Notley // Warsan Shire
Bengali right?????
আধা বাঙালি , আধা নেপালি 🥹✋
haiku #16, tathev simonyan
They/Them | 22 | INFJ | Geography major | Spilled emotions and Stills | Instagram sumedhachattopadhyayy | Alter Ego: @monetsirises in Tumblr.
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