chabernaudd
"the way you slam your body into mine reminds me i’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you, finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren’t stitched up quite right, the place they could almost slip right into through if the skin wasn’t trying to keep them out, to keep them here, on the other side of the theater where the curtain keeps rising. i crawled out the window and ran into the woods. i had to make up all the words myself. the way they taste, the way they sound in the air. i passed through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled around for a while, and stumbled back out. i made this place for you. a place for you to love me. if this isn’t a kingdom then i don’t know what is."
haffalump
There’s a dream where we break all the dishes in my kitchen and then
eat the pieces.
I know it’s a dream because we are still alive after we swallow.
It sounds more like a nightmare,
and it would be, except that we are together,
so even the fractured ceramic is tender as we chew it.

There’s a dream where we want our own world,
so we cut it out of blue and green paper like a science project,
except your silhouette is every piece of land
and my spine is every mountain range laying across you.

Here are the broken plates
mending inside of us, healing soft and pliant, bending like the necks of swans,
forgetting that they are glass.
Maybe we can forget, too.
I can kiss you where it’s sharp
until you can’t remember how the pain
made you someone to be afraid of.

There’s a dream where nothing bleeds, but everything is alive,
where broken things can be made
unbroken just by wishing it.

Let me tell you about the earth
and what it looked like before we
got our hands on it.
Let me tell you about the earth and
how it broke apart like a plate on
the tile floor.
We all know what it is to be unmade.
In a dream, we tried to forget.
Caitlyn Siehl, "Drift"