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Sevi
is on page 96 of 190
‘Explore me,’ you said and I collected my ropes, flasks and maps, expecting to be back home soon. I dropped into the mass of you and I cannot find the way out. Sometimes I think I’m free, coughed up like Jonah from the whale, but then I turn a corner and recognise myself again. Myself in your skin, myself lodged in your bones, myself floating in the cavities that decorate every surgeon’s wall. That is how I know you.
— Mar 03, 2026 12:02PM
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Sevi
is on page 146 of 190
Don’t you think it’s strange that life, described as so rich and full, a camel-trail of adventure, should shrink to this coin-sized world? A head on one side, a story on the other. Someone you loved and what happened. That’s all there is when you dig in your pockets. The most significant thing is someone else’s face. What else is embossed on your hands but her?
— 19 hours, 8 min ago
Sevi
is on page 144 of 190
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things.
— 19 hours, 21 min ago
Sevi
is on page 120 of 190
To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it’ is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?
— Mar 03, 2026 12:40PM
Sevi
is on page 108 of 190
You were a brightly lit room and I shut the door. You were a coat of many colours wrestled into the dirt. Do you see me in my blood-soaked world? Green-eyed girl, eyes wide apart like almonds, come in tongues of flame and restore my sight.
— Mar 03, 2026 12:18PM
Sevi
is on page 84 of 190
I didn’t want to cry, I wanted to talk to her calmly and gently. But I did cry, fast hot tears falling on to her cold skin, scalding her with my misery. Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears? Perhaps it can be no other way.
— Mar 03, 2026 11:31AM
Sevi
is on page 81 of 190
Nothing about you has faded. You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body is twice. Once you once me. Can I be sure which is which?
— Mar 03, 2026 11:26AM
Sevi
is on page 75 of 190
I felt like a seed in a pomegranate. Some say that the pomegranate was the real apple of Eve, fruit of the womb, I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.
— Mar 03, 2026 07:41AM
Sevi
is on page 74 of 190
Written on the body is a secret code only visible in certain lights; the accumulations of a lifetime gather there. In places the palimpsest is so heavily worked that the letters feel like braille. I like to keep my body rolled up away from prying eyes. Never unfold too much, tell the whole story.
— Mar 03, 2026 07:37AM
Sevi
is on page 63 of 190
Under her fierce gaze my past is burned away. The beloved as nitric acid.
— Mar 03, 2026 05:21AM
Sevi
is on page 22 of 190
I had bought a new flat to start again from a nasty love affair that had given me the clap. Nothing wrong with my organs, this was emotional clap. I had to keep my heart to myself in case I infected somebody.
— Feb 27, 2026 07:28AM
