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The Ghost I Made

In a dream, she rises nude skull, white boned ~ reaching ~ with tendrils of black for my face. My eyes and ears, my nose and mouth. Places she once blessed with lips like peach blossom. ~ Now I smell her blood under my fingernails, see the gaping mouths drooling red that opened across her chest. ~ I can taste the earth of her grave, and the rot of her tongue. I hear her laughing, calling for me. ~ Calling me lover. Calling me killer. I am both. ~ The dead leaves rustle outside my window, and over her grave, a few miles away. She always loved the blood red leaves ~ of autumn. And the empty limbs clatter together like her boney hands. She weeps her truth in black. She applauds my work in white. * – S. E. De Haven Notes: For a contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2739436-Pic-Prompt—Hell-Reborn ~ Based on this picture:

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Anne Carson, from “Guillermo’s Sigh Symphony”, Decreation

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“Sometimes, some things must fall apart in order for them to fall back together.”

— Lukas W. // To fall together (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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“Let us cuddle up, you and I, when the night is spread out against the sky, and read stories of restless people who always end up alone and hate being alone because it’s always themselves they can’t stand being alone with…”

— André Aciman - Call Me By Your Name (via remakingtheworld)

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“The sky looks of angry ocean this morning and I relate to it in the only way I know how; we are both restless, both reining back violence in our voices. It is too early to feel so vicious. I take a long sip of my coffee and sigh. If the Earth cries later I might just join in.”

— there’s a rainbow of grey outside my window and i have found myself in it // Haley Hendrick (via haleyincarnate)

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“I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness.”

— Frédéric Chopin (via naturaekos)

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“Sit in your favorite chair. If you do not have a favorite chair, why not? Of course, the best thing of all is to lie on the floor with a friend, the both of you laughing over/within an inside joke. Write a poem that feels like sitting in your favorite chair, then sliding to the floor with a bellyful of laughter, because a friend has just said, ‘Acorn!’ Or something.”

— Chen Chen, from “You MUST Use the Word Smoothie: A Craft Essay in 50 Writing Prompts,” via Sundress Publications

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“The best part of having superpowers is that most of the time other people do not even know that you have them.”

— Brenna Twohy, from Swallowtail

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“give me your shoulder to lean against, steady me, don’t let me drop, I’m so in love with you I can’t stand up.”

— Kim Addonizio, from ‘Glass’, Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems

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“Our current mental-hygiene philosophy stresses the idea that people ought to be happy, that unhappiness is a symptom of maladjustment. Such a value system might be responsible for the fact that the burden of unavoidable unhappiness is increased by unhappiness about being unhappy.”

— Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning (via books-n-quotes)

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hanging out with someone with the exact same stupid coping methods and occasional avoidant response to to stress as yourself … makes doing the exact opposite easier. It’s like having a stunt double who acts out exactly how things will mess you up, and then you think “but if you just did X slightly differently you would feel much better!” and realise that also applies to you, and that it’s not really that big of a deal. Much easier than just trying to convince yourself to do the rational thing.

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