Quotes added on Tuesday, November 29 2016
What
did I do with all
the rage he gave me?
How much did I eat,
did I swallow?
What hell did I crawl out
of?
What did I do with all his
flaming tongues?
I burned.
I burned.
I burned.
I burned through the
sheets until I was
clean and new
and strange,
and the fire never
followed me again
after that.
After my new name,
my new face,
my new glowing body
next to the grave that
couldn’t have me.
did I do with all
the rage he gave me?
How much did I eat,
did I swallow?
What hell did I crawl out
of?
What did I do with all his
flaming tongues?
I burned.
I burned.
I burned.
I burned through the
sheets until I was
clean and new
and strange,
and the fire never
followed me again
after that.
After my new name,
my new face,
my new glowing body
next to the grave that
couldn’t have me.
—
FIRE
Start by pulling him
out of the fire and hoping that he will forget the smell. He was
supposed to be an angel but they took him from that light and
turned him into something hungry, something that forgets what his
hands are for when they aren’t shaking. He will lose so
much, and you will watch it all happen because you had him first,
and you would let the world break its own neck if it means
keeping him. Start by wiping the blood off of his chin and
pretending to understand. Repeat to yourself “I won’t
leave you, I won’t leave you” until you fall asleep
and dream of the place where nothing is red. When is a monster not a monster? Oh,
when you love it. Oh, when you used to sing it to sleep.
Here are your upturned hands. Give them to him and watch how he
prays like he is learning his first words. Start by pulling him
out of another fire, and putting him back together with the
pieces you find on the floor. There is so much to forgive, but
you do not know how to forget. When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled. Here is
your humble offering, obliterated and broken in the mouth of this
abandoned church. He has come back to stop the world from turning
itself inside out, and you love him, you do, so you won’t
let him. Tell him that you will never know any better. Pretend to
understand why that isn’t good
enough.
Caitlyn Siehl //
Start Here
Start Here
Everyone's life
is made up of pieces, like a puzzle. The only person who can
finish the puzzle, and knows the full picture, is ourselves.
Each time you tell a story pertaining to your life, someone
receives a new puzzle piece and the more they get to know
you, the clearer the picture. Often times, the puzzle is
abandoned before it is ever finished and that means they will
never deserve to know our ending. And sometimes they receive
pieces too late, and they will never know what they
missed.
