Demeter

@niteowl, @Cadi, @beckiw - thank you so much for the lovely comments, and it really means a lot to me that people have been reading the stuff that I've written ...

#30 why is everything a question? should not we know exactly - if there's no one to tell us, should not we know ourselves, without wondering, and writing books with ...

#29 I'm tired of the constant self-defense you practice: there are murals on your façade painted with words that make pretty people get away with things effortlessly, while still dripping ...

#28 this is how you got here. you don't need mountains, calls of the wild: swan songs or loveboats or foundling coins. you closed your eyes and inhaled the sparkles ...

#27 don't despair if the earth is failing you: you can find everything we were on the galilean moons. ganymede is when I met you, when my heart could fit ...

#26 sprinkles of edamame do not earn you affection or even respect: least of all when you've spent three quarters of an hour to arrange your hair to look like ...

#25 slick leather, stiff with newness pierced in delicate patterns: humming with suspense about where I'll take you, what story will be etched in your handles and soles, which gravel ...

#24 you are going to hate yourself knowing it all ended in chocolate raisins: the only non-vegan booby trap in a huge pool of socially acceptedness and with last night's ...

#23 dash, gentle do not scare your newly acquired offspring; their eyes, ice blue, asking you to play their feet are going fast, fast even though they don't know that ...

#22 västäräkki, paluumuuttaja ei kerro mistä tullut on: rakkaitansa hullut on tulleet noutamaan, soutamalla halki maan kalpeat on kevään sävelet kun luotain leuka eellä varhain kävelet

#21 well, I still have my hair but my body and soul consist of budding trees and adolescent larks that are finding their voices after winter where the sun doesn't ...

#20 I sang you into oblivion: your leather-bound sweet talk was pierced by dissonant chords. // pictures painted in words are worth more than a thousand words.

#19 footnotes. subchapters, contents, citations of hell. where maybe is can potentially be regarded as and to show is to attempt to illustrate and definitely, truly, always do not exist: ...

#18 this carnival of psyches is over. winged apologies take flight, then burst: lacy pardons twinkle twice, then die. the lighthouse is out, the ships run aground. Hades is alive ...

#17 as a clock strikes four past ten, an ensuing lightning overthrows everything in its way: as fast, as ultimately did I burn, leaving behind only parallel tracks of flaming ...