Carrion Calls

"my skin stretches until it tears at the edges, the darkness pours out & i'm forced to admit it was always there. is it the same for everyone? is it the same for you?"

there is a darkness inside of all of us, & more often than not it can be found holding hands with the purest frequency of love. the two endure this way, together, creating fantasy & worry alike.

this, too, was born from their concurrence. this was born from a sense of urgency, & a feeling of running out of time. you never know how long you have on this earth, in this body. this represents all of the not knowing, & feeling accordingly. aching & yearning & longing & getting! then worrying & pondering & aching some more. every moment as precious as the air in your lungs, every second a delicious morsel you wish you could savor. but time neither slows down nor reverses, it simply continues on endlessly into the future, one big flat circle.

i love with the same strength with which i am angry; all-consuming, visceral, powerful, immediate. i love with the fullness of someone who has never been hurt. so, if this is how i die, if this is how it ends, i want it to be known that i have never been happier.

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