Is your older brother hot
Ancient proverb (via jandjob)
A bedroom. A lamp with a broken
A television whispering.
My mouth on his mouth.
My hands behind me.
My not-sharp not-dull body
trying to keep itself clean and
untouched like a sculpture.

Somewhere outside, a
car parks on a side street and
waits while I wipe my lipstick
on his chin, then leave
before he licks it off.

A tragedy. Always a tragedy,
where the poison rests in my
mouth and I make him swallow it.
Where everyone is hungry but I
do not let them eat.

Finish the story. Twist me into
the villain. Make an example
of the woman who takes what she
Make sure no one ever does that

A hand. Another hand.
A sea of hands, all open.
Tell me how I’m supposed to fill them
if mine are empty, too.
Caitlyn Siehl, Empty Hands (via alonesomes)

Rene Magritte - The Vengeance


Rene Magritte - The Vengeance

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