• Bee commented on the post, prophet 5 years, 5 months ago

    prophet. they whispered. quiet. as though words could have powers they did not know of (but isn’t there power enough in what they wield). there were stories, you know? of a child born at midnight. among shooting stars and falling constellations. they said there’d be angels. but it was only so quiet. as it always is. and it wasn’t at midnight at…[Read more]

  • Bee commented on the post, beforehand 5 years, 8 months ago

    and see there must have been a before to this. there must have been a tidy sequence of events. a carefully dropped handkerchief. a misplaced note in a convenient corner. there must have been a before, a beginning they would say. as if there was an order to the way my skin has made way for your fingertips.

  • Bee commented on the post, european 5 years, 9 months ago

    straight noses. pale skin. beautiful. beautiful. and you. you with hands the color of the earth. dirt they called it dirt. they told you. that you would never be compared to the moon or the stars. but you are of the velvet darkness of the sky. and you were born in the soil.

  • Bee commented on the post, flee 5 years, 10 months ago

    please know that my lungs were not made to run. they were not meant to burn but i cannot stand your wrists pressed away from mine. and i have made a lifetime off of quiet panting breaths when you have stolen my oxygen through my palms. please know that i have held this burn to my chest so i do not close my eyelids against yours.

  • Bee commented on the post, flee 5 years, 10 months ago

    there are days when i will glue wings on to my eyelids, my wrists. my ankles. and run far far away from. hello and goodbye and how are you and fine. and there are days where i cannot bear the sight of your skin. and i will ease the ache in my chest by pushing my face against the wind.

  • Bee commented on the post, rewrite 5 years, 10 months ago

    cut. cut. scrape. push away. you will scratch and scratch.
    until the letters have become meaningless marks on meaningless
    paper. you will grip your pencil like a lifeline. try to choke
    words out of your throat. write. write.

  • Bee commented on the post, pines 5 years, 10 months ago

    rustle. hush. quiet. breathe slow. you have a home in the forest. they whisper beneath your feet. they look like your mother’s eyes. and they smell like safety. there is no darkness here. they feel like security.

  • Bee commented on the post, incomplete 6 years, 2 months ago

    incomplete. not finished. a bit undone. left over. pieces maybe. something not quite there. and I wonder if you knew that. and maybe that’s why it was easier to go.

  • Bee commented on the post, pairs 6 years, 2 months ago

    pairs. pairs. one with(out) the other. and maybe that’s what it always was. pairs. you and me. this and that. and I was always advertised as a pair. here. have her but you can take her sadness and her anger and her ache. they’re a pair. or not a pair. because pairs come in twos. and i came in thousands and billions and numbers they’ve not invented yet.

  • Bee commented on the post, stories 6 years, 3 months ago

    stories. pages. ink. that’s what they think of when you say stories. but you think columns of a throat. you think eyes that are always justthere. you think you. when they say stories.

  • Bee commented on the post, burning 6 years, 3 months ago

    they say burning is easy. but you try and light yourself on fire and it never happens. your fingers never curl like the edges of a page. and you are not devoured quickly. turning to grey ash. instead your skin peels and scrapes. as if unwilling to leave. and they say burning is easy.

  • Bee commented on the post, burning 6 years, 3 months ago

    burning. and there are flames rising in your throat. columns of smoke pouring from your eyes. from your mouth. you are suffocating and burning all at once. it’s more like drowning than you would have imagined. your lungs are aching and you fight to breathebreathebreathe. you are drowning and burning and breathing and suffocating all at once.

  • Bee commented on the post, attracted 6 years, 4 months ago

    and you burn brighter than any star i’ve ever seen. and i am darker than any sky you’ve ever known. but you smile. and your lips are still here. and you don’t seem to mind my darkness. and i will revel in your light. and you warmth and here and stay. and you burn and i will not. and you stay.

  • Bee commented on the post, attracted 6 years, 4 months ago

    and you are more than a bright smile. and prettypretty eyes. you are here. you are a pull. and you are more alive than you have any right to be. and i can’t help it. don’t ask for it. and i think i will live in your shadow. and i think i will live.

  • Bee commented on the post, attracted 6 years, 4 months ago

    and you pull. and you drag. and you call. like it’s easy. like you’ve always done it. and i want drown and surface and stay alive. but you are thrashing waters and you call. and maybe staying on the surface is overrated.

  • Bee commented on the post, anchor 6 years, 4 months ago

    and you will hold against the wind. and the sea spray. and remember when our lips tasted like salt. and you will be a ship wreck(ed) and an anchor. and they will tell you that you cannot be both. but you remember the taste of salt and the feel of sea spray. and they do not.

  • Bee commented on the post, fresh 6 years, 10 months ago

    Grass. Green. Earth. The smell of rain. And something musky and earthy and good. The smell of the wind and the trees. And the leaves.

  • Bee commented on the post, bandages 7 years, 1 month ago

    Cut. Skin split evenly in two. Broken. Red. Splattered across the tiles. And the smell. A coppery tang. Metal. Rusted parts. Wrapped up. In a neat little package.

  • Bee commented on the post, bucket 7 years, 1 month ago

    Drip drip. The water falls into the bucket. Achingly slow, teasing. Taunting. I stood. Mouth dry. Waiting. Anxious. I stood. Drip drip.

  • Bee commented on the post, saturday 7 years, 1 month ago

    Ice cream. Sunshine. And rain. A small drizzle. And her smile. Just that. Just her smile. And the smell of the earth. And her smile. And the rain. And her sunshine. Hers.