Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 249

"The wolves howl for you,and we are breaking our bones in this foresttogether. In this treetop of..."

“

The wolves howl for you,

and we are breaking our bones in this forest

together.

In this treetop of wants,

in this body full of timber,

in these spaces where you prowl out of the door

and my arms freeze open to the shape of your waist.

like this -

stone cold waiting.

This is how we do:

the beasts cry for you, teeth bared, incisors falling out of their mouths, snarling guttural at the moon.

I do the same.

I leave my gentle at the door and at your feet.

I leave my surrender wide eyed and holy-mouthed.

You crawl back into our bed sometime after midnight,

blood in your teeth and clutch my hair in your fists

lift me by the neck and taste the back of my mouth

hands around my throat - surrender

we break our bones together.

You take my spine and hold it between your teeth.

Shake and release. Shake and release.

I touch the ground with my toes and you bury all your brutal in places that it cannot be lost.

I hold your face and tender you

and we break our bones together.

”

- Azra.T “Howl”  (via 5000letters)

"You love a person so much that you let them eat you alive. Watch curiously as they pick out the..."

“You love a person so much that you let them eat you alive. Watch curiously as they pick out the parts of you from between their teeth with a fingernail. Kiss their incisors after and say ‘thank god I was here’””

- Azra.T “Toothpick”

Look at this picture Caitlyn took of me after I rolled down a...

Look at this picture Caitlyn took of me after I rolled down a hill. She was like “wait, climb back up!” I said no, so she snapped this instead.

"Each time the same -I am holy, holy, holy, laidout as a banquet.His hands are plate,cup, and..."

“Each time the same -

I am holy, holy, holy, laid

out as a banquet.

His hands are plate,

cup, and knife. Always

a long table, a single

high-backed chair.

This is my body.

He eats me up and I believe

in transubstantiation,

that I will awake someday

in his veins, pound my fists

against the walls of him.”

- Margaret Bashaar, “Claire and the Demon Hunter Give It Up For Jesus,” published in Vector Press (via bostonpoetryslam)

"I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologize because I miss you, or because I said..."

“I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologize because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest.”

- Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.”  (via charmrose)

kaitrokowski:Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was...

kaitrokowski:

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

"There, I’ve said it:someone I was could have loved you."

“There, I’ve said it:

someone I was could have loved you.”

- Marty McConnell, from Miniature Bridges, Your Mouth (via violentwavesofemotion)

Stop judging me you little troll. They have cute printed slacks,...

Stop judging me you little troll. They have cute printed slacks, okay.

"Bravery isn’t fleeing. It’s kissing the teeth of something you know could eat you in an instant."

“Bravery isn’t fleeing. It’s kissing the teeth of something you know could eat you in an instant.”

- Lacey Roop (via amanda-oaks)

alonesomes:look at us look at how cute we areYeah but my...

alonesomes:

look at us look at how cute we are

Yeah but my Kate Spade bag is cuter tbh