#st: dptd

[illusionswrites]

I don't need you coming along and thinking you can pull flowers out of the pit in my stomach. I am not always pretty and I am not always kind. I will rip apart the next man who tries to make the mess of me into something delicate and mild.

from “When the Stars Wrote Back” by Trista Mateer

[illusionswrites]

If I could, I would hold conversations with the moon. I would ask Venus about loneliness and Mars about anger. I would tell the black hole that I know what it feels like. I would write letters to the cosmos; and when the stars wrote back, they would say the most dazzling and necessary things.

from “When the Stars Wrote Back” by Trista Mateer

[illusionswrites]

I called us part dread, part song, part story, part wrong. We build castles in each other out of splintered spine and blood. We met in grief and were held together by its mud. Took crowns made of bones placed it on each other's heads. We loved each other with fragments of ourselves that were dead. That is why we couldn't rely on the promises that we spoke. Perhaps in a different time I would have named us hope. Perhaps in a different universe we would not meet so battle-worn. And I would call us forgiveness, and not remember us as war.

“I Named Us Grief” from Your Heart Is The Sea by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

her heart is a gilded thing. his hands were made to melt. together, they drip liquid gold.

she doesn’t care if it burns. from break your glass slippers by Amanda Lovelace

[illusionswrites]

You are a hunger. A moment left pristine in the time map of my mind. I have already baptized your loss in the salt water of my tears. Thought this would make me forget you, for you were never a feast, you were just a craving that never ever sated me. I have talked myself out of you in every way I know how. Found a different love to feed my love, yet they tasted bland. You were a flavor of ache and fullness. And for a while I have been able to forget this gnawing at the pit of my heart-stomach for you. Still, at night, the darkness comes for me. Still at night I hunger. And yet I know I am hungry for something that does not exist. Hungry for something we will never be.

“Hunger” from Your Heart Is The Sea by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

People think having the power of prophecy and cunning means you can avoid your fate. No, my loves, you are simply driven mad by the knowledge of what is coming and that you cannot stop it. Until you learn the way I did, how to alter a foretelling's truth, weaponise sadness and deconstruct it into a life that works for you.

excerpt from “Metis, the Forgotten King Maker” from Great Goddesses by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

There is something moon-soaked and dawn-flavoured about her. Something kissed by the wild and loved by lightning. She, the Goddess of storm hunting and wolves and moonlight magic. She, the queen of the forest, of womanhood more brutal than tragic.

"The Moon Goddess” from Great Goddesses by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

Danger. Everything about her spelled the kind of danger that could make order crumble. Of course, they would try to crush what they couldn't understand. Not when the hunger in her alone could swallow up every God, every woman, every man, every person, the whole universe.

excerpt from “Craving (A synonym for Aphrodite)” from Great Goddesses by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

We're the kind of people who keep finding each other wedged in the roofs of our mouths. We are, the two of us, a hard lost innocence carved into one another's backs. The both of us a broken echo bouncing off the hungry hollows off each other's ribs. You wear my heart on your sleeve, a scarlet smear, bright as a badge of honor. And I can never unstick myself from the back of your throat. I'm not saying it's stubborn, steadfast love that makes its home in the space beneath our fingernails. I just think we crumbled so many times back then. the world could break us so easily those days, as though we were promises. So, I mended myself with your arms around me. Now, my bones are still shaped like your embrace. And I am still asking myself if I am sorry for it.

from “Poems from the Attic” by Morgan Nikola-Wren

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i kissed you too hard             our mouths crashing, crushing                        against one another i inhaled you too deep             felt you dipping, diving                         your way down                         my throat i let you build a house             right inside my ribs,             and you've been             hammering my heart             against my chest ever since

my dearest hurricane by morgan nikola-wren

[illusionswrites]

call me crazy but i swear you've got a wild and ferocious love sleeping in your smile

magic with skin on by morgan nikola-wren.

[illusionswrites]

She is powerful and vulnerable and terrified and always certain. She is emblazed in her passion. Illuminated with home. You will make her remember. She will help you forget.

symmetry. stripped by cara alwill leyba.

[illusionswrites]

i don't love you, you know not yet but i could my stars, how i could

magic with skin on by morgan nikola-wren.

[illusionswrites]

the terrible truth is anything can look like love if you've got enough lonely in your eyes

excerpt from magic with skin on by morgan nikola-wren.

[illusionswrites]

Choose someone who will help you come undone and stitch you whole all at once. Someone who will treasure your pieces as much as your entire picture.

all of you. stripped by cara alwill leyba.

[illusionswrites]

i used to think that humans were crazy for letting lovers affect them so deeply. till i lived it. the moon became my best friend and understood all the tears i shed.

the girl who cried wolf. love, & you by gretchen gomez.