There are huge gaping wounds on my body
Where you dipped your fingers into my flesh
Because you told me that you need to be covered in
my blood – like war paint – to be
in love with me.
If I close my eyes I wouldn’t have to see
the hideous scars, like black, yawning, abysmal
mouths, but I can still remember
your shaking hands
sinking into me and gripping me
by the bones.
And at that moment I understood
what being in love means.
(via persephoness)
you are an event horizon,
a perfect black body
of gravitational monstrosity.
and i would never
be able to escape you.
you are a stellar black hole,
into which i
fell
and
f
ell
and i’m
fa
l
l
i
n
g still.
i am alice spiralling into
a twisted dream
from which i’ll never
wake.
you are the arcane, impenetrable fissure
in the spacetime continuum.
trapped in you,
i was ripped into shreds but
upon reaching
spacetime singularity
i have transcended
universes.
