Mutia

“Have you ever wanted something so badly that you would do anything, believe anything in order to acquire it?”
― Lorraine Heath, In Bed with the Devil

“They said Lucifer betrayed Michael with a kiss.”
― rafael nicolás, Angels & Man

“Mother, he is a gentleman.
He is a builder with bricks of moonlight.
He knows the secret places of the earth.
He washes the sleep from the eyes of the souls.
He lets them look on beauty.
He lets them tell him they hate him.
In the mornings, I gather berries and apples.
I scrub his back with rind.
I weave spider-spit, eyelash.
He talks in his sleep: pudding, fire, discus,
the things he misses.
He breathes, Your body is my orchard.
I am undulating grass.
I am a field of wheat he parts with his fingers.
Poppies bloom in my veins.
When he kisses me, he tastes pomegranate.
The night crawls nearer.
The moans of the dead roll and swell.
Mother, we are well.”
― tara mae mulroy

“Fine, I'm a stalker, FINE.”
― Molly Ringle, Persephone's Orchard