When death reached out its hand,
you should have cowered. When you felt the
flames of hell licking at your insides, you were not
supposed to draw closer to the fire.
I watched you disembowel the Earth, saw you pluck
flowers from your mother’s garden and gouge
your fingers into its open wounds,
trying to pry secrets out from the soil.
Everything green started to shrivel
and die when I entered the meadow, but you didn’t
flinch away; instead you kissed me voracious,
like I was something dark you’d tugged
out of reluctant soil.
I wanted your hands, still caked in dirt,
pressing into my naked back.
I thought you’d understand me. Both of us
wanting what we shouldn’t. I know your mother
must have warned you about gods like me.
Tell her I am not a selfish lover. Tell her how
I kneel at your altar and crush the berries
of your hips into wine. That I worship you.
That we spread each other open like flowers
blooming in the night. You wanted to see
what paradise looked like drenched in moonlight,
so I brought you home with me.
When you stood before the gates of hell,
all the beasts lowered their heads
and bowed at your feet.
Everything I have belongs to
you — my wife, my queen.
You are so much flesh and blood,
so much heaving, pulsing, breathing life.
You make the death in me tremble.
I am forever yours.
'Hades' | Anita O. (via deeplystained)

Anonymous asked:

What does your bio mean? I don't get it

alonesomes answered:

It’s from the movie “Beginners”:

Hal: Well, let’s say, when you were little, you always dreamed of some day getting a lion? And you wait and you wait and you wait and you wait and the lion doesn’t come. Then along comes a giraffe. You can be alone or you can be with the giraffe.
Oliver: I’d wait for the lion.
Hal: That’s why I worry about you.


Anger walks into a bar and I’m
halfway in love.
There’s no joke here. I leave
my beer sweating on the counter
and ask them to dance.

Anger comes home with me,
looks too long at my gentle
knuckles and cries.
They say sorry, I say
‘Let’s just sleep together’.

I bite Anger’s lip bloody
because I can’t control myself.
Because I just really, really need
Anger asks to go slow, asks
me to be gentle.
Anger melts in my hands like
a warmth I never wanted, falling
onto the pillow beside me
and laughing.

Anger falls asleep with their head
on my chest, solid and heavy and
too familiar, while the silence
inside me starts
to growl like the starving thing
it is.

I thought I had something to
feed it; something to let it
tear itself to shreds with, but
it turns out I’m the only
pair of sharp teeth in the room.

Turns out Anger only wanted
a place to sleep.

Caitlyn Siehl, One Night Stand (via alonesomes)
You come home with dirt in your
mouth and under your fingernails,
“Mama, it’s the war out there!
It’s the war!”
She smiles slowly and
sets the table for dinner
while you say goodbye to the fairies,
to the monsters in the trees,
to the soldiers with plastic guns
hiding in the bushes,
and it’s all okay when you go to sleep
because it will still be there
when you wake up.

You smear strawberries over your
mouth at a family party, try
to convince everyone that you’re bleeding
and they laugh because you can’t
stop licking your face and giggling.
“It’s the war! Look, I’m bleeding!” They all hear brave. They all hear child.
They don’t understand yet,
and you don’t, either.
No one tells you about the war
growing inside of you, the one
you’ve been carrying like a small

Now, though.
Now, you’re older.
Now, you’re 20
when you come home with
dirt in your mouth and under your fingernails, say
“It hurts, mama. The war, it hurts,”
and it’s not what you thought.
It’s not how you imagined it.
It’s quieter, more solitary.
It’s inside of you and
your body feels like a traitor,
like a home you left when you were
and how could you have ever
seen this coming?
How could you have ever been anything but a soldier?

Of course it’s the war.
It’s always been the war, sweet child.
Carry it well. Try.
Caitlyn Siehl, The War (via alonesomes)

Amun the creator comes alone
into the night and makes the coasts.
Then he calls your cell phone, and says

Honey, I spent all my money
on dirty martinis and speed,
building the globe. I’ve got nothing

left for tea. Get in my corner?
With a little love, we won’t desire
plasma TV’s or wireless routers.

And you say: My Lord, kiss me
on the lips. I never knew
you needed me like this.

"Amun and You" by Melissa Broder (via jumpinjulianofnorwich)
you have had love, and that means
your sternum is a divining rod

for both passion and grief. because the tongue is the body’s
strongest muscle, make it say

joy. make it say I am a factory of splendid things. make it say
the octopus is the smartest animal

in the animal kingdom, and I am an octopus.
I am an octopus.
I am happy. my survival

was not an accident, or purposeless.
Marty McConnell, “zoo,” published on Roots of She (via bostonpoetryslam)