pateldevs:aesthetic requests: wolfstar for @themistypoet​what reconciles me to my own death mor

pateldevs:

aesthetic requests: wolfstar for@themistypoet​

what reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where your bones and mine are buried, thrown, uncovered, together. they are strewn there pell-mell. one of your ribs leans against my skull. a metacarpal of my left hand lies inside your pelvis. (against my broken ribs your breast like a flower.) the hundred bones of our feet are scattered like gravel. it is strange that this image of our proximity, concerning as it does mere phosphate of calcium, should bestow a sense of peace. yet it does. with you i can imagine a place where to be phosphate of calcium is enough.