#religious imagery
every time i speak of her i flinch
every time i think of her i feel a little bit of air
has lodged itself inside of me and will not let me speak
blasphemy
here we are, given these tired bodies and calloused hands and feet,
the burden pushed upon us like this, so what are we going to do with them?
the angel comes to you in the night and scratches at your window til you let him in,
let him tell you all about rusting halos and war and lightning-strike bones, and
just before the tears spill over, let him pull you closer than you’ve ever been to anyone.
my aunt who always did drink too much told me once that an angel had hugged her one night
and that it had felt like collapsing into a pile of branches, twigs and bark poking into her skin,
but it didn’t hurt, she said, looking up from the river rocks we’d been painting.
it didn’t hurt. there was paint on her hands and something hiding behind her eyes.
being holy is too much. i don’t see why you’d want it.
being a thing with dead eyes and an absent father, living in fear of anything less than Perfection.
so to hell with being holy, i tell you. instead let’s opt for being here now with each other in these bodies
but even that is a lot to ask, i know it is. Selfish to ask that of you. Selfish to ask you to be with me.
but Selfish is what i am, so i run to your house at midnight and scratch at your window til you let me in,
and i tell you about feeling wind on your skin in autumn and waking from a nightmare
to the smell of bread baking in the kitchen and the person you love running a hand over your hair
and maybe it’s a sin for Us to want these things, pure as they may be, pure as we may be,
and i don’t know about you, but i’m tired of pursuing purity like this,
tired of pursuing this when there’s a perfectly wonderful girl sitting across from me.
so out your window we go, nothing but drawstring bags on our backs,
and you’re chasing me down to the creek near my house and every now and then
i’ll feel your hand brush against mine and suddenly my bones feel like lightning.
young footsteps against asphalt and soil and leaves, and then there we are
at the place where the stones are not yet painted and it’s not wrong of me to love you.
we leave our bibles by the roots of an old oak, kick off our shoes, wade in.
the water is cool in the night air when you push me under, cool when you slip on the mossy rocks and fall in after me.
here is a new start, i tell you as we lay against the bottom, and i see that there’s already paint on your hands,
that you’re already started on creating something new for Us, our own piece of scripture, a new life
free of old books that tell Us that we’re wrong for holding each other,
and maybe it’s blasphemy, but when you grab my hand again, i swear my skin has turned to branches.
️ Heavenly Creatures ️
⚜️ As Above So Below ⚜️
my contributions for the @fitzier-zine ! couldn’t think of a good caption/title for my pieces but im very proud of them and it was an absolute pleasure to participate in that project.
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and they rested on the seventh day
Currently drowning in code. Drawing dope stuff helps. Would anybody want this on Redbubble?
I FOUND GOD
transcript under the cut
[transcript:
“I found god
but I think I lost him.
He must have rolled under the bed
into a dark, quiet corner
where no one will bother him.
I must have overwhelmed him
when I asked for guidance
and forgiveness
and love, too.
I demanded and demanded until he hid.
I am more selfish than I realize.
The bruises on my hands
and the blood drip dripping down my nose
and the aching in my side
are my own burden to bear.
I found god
but I think I
drove him away
and I won’t see him
ever again.
I found god
and I pushed him away
when I thought I was
pulling him in.
I suppose my cardinal sin
is my desperation” /end transcript]
“War of the Foxes”—Richard Siken //Martyrdom of Saint Sebastian—Luca Signorelli //Fight Club—dir. David Fincher //Illustration for John Milton’s Paradise Lost—Gustave Doré // “Casimir Pulaski Day”—Sufjan Stevens // “Blasphemous Rumors”—Depeche Mode //Red Dead Redemption 2
our lady of sorrows // planetary (go!)
Warning for religious imagery:
I got this box at a used shop yesterday to hold my crystals and items I use for my craft and I’m so happy with how it all looks together! It feels right and I definitely feel better about this container versus my old one.
I trace the scars upon his chest, that his virgin birth had led him to
