“I could not capture you
even if the words were written in my own
blood, because this skin can only hold so
much. Because I can no longer look at you
without burning. You are too painful for poetry
and too big for language. You are far too many
things I don’t know how to write about.”— Kim Visda, excerpt from “For Lack Of A Better Poem”
I am the blood of the dragon, she thought. If they are monsters, so am I.
holy fucking shit
get this circulated. like, everywhere.
Wow, this made my blood boil. Thank goodness for people who are willing to stand up against sacks of shit like this.
you sweetly whisper love to me
then you disappear so easily.