Tag: words

You’re like a strange and very strict diet;
I’m learning to obey and be quiet.
Your love, my lover, my squire,
Is a trial by iron and fire.

You forbid me to sing and to smile,
And praying’s been banned for quite a while.
As long as we don’t separate,
You think everything’s great!

So, a stranger to everything,
I live and no longer sing.
You might just as well
Forbid me heaven and hell.

“You’re Like a Strange and Very Strict Diet,” Anna Akhmatova

have you considered that maybe i am not pleasant?

maybe i wear lipstick so that
you will see my pretty pink mouth
wrapping around a coffee cup lid
and be distracted enough not to notice
that i am intelligent and powerful;
a threat.

maybe i draw my brows into high arches
so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism
and overlook my spiteful glare
as a trick of my silly, girlish routine.

maybe i wear my heels so high and thin
so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips
as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor
and know that if you should try to overpower me
i walk on sharpened knives.

maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes
i am really baring my fangs
waiting patiently for the day
that i sink them into your neck.

i am not made of porcelain pleasantries;
you will find that these things are my armor
to keep you at a distance
so you do not step on me and shatter
my fragile control.

i am not a husk — i am not wilting.
i am turning my head
so that the fire blazing through my eyes
does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms
and burn your bones to dust.

i am not your pretty girl;
i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix —
a forest of werewolves and wendigos
that will carve out your chest
so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips
i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.

R.K., I Am The Wolf Only Barely Contained (via jameskerk)
Source: clizzy

We shared a joint and smoke billows in the way walls collapse
I told him I don’t believe in the concept of time
but I counted the seconds we were one
in my head.

Elka Tolhoek, “A Message To The Man Who Cheated On His Girlfriend With Me: I Liked You, You Fucking Arsehole”