" A pearl is a beautiful thing that is produced by an injured life. It is the tear [that results] from the injury of the oyster. The treasure of our being in this world is also produced by an injured life. If we had not been wounded, if we had not been injured, then we will not produce the pearl."
maybe i wear lipstick so that
you will see my pretty pink mouth
wrapping around a coffee cup lid
and be distracted enough not to notice
that i am intelligent and powerful;
maybe i draw my brows into high arches
so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism
and overlook my spiteful glare
as a trick of my silly, girlish routine.
maybe i wear my heels so high and thin
so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips
as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor
and know that if you should try to overpower me
i walk on sharpened knives.
maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes
i am really baring my fangs
waiting patiently for the day
that i sink them into your neck.
i am not made of porcelain pleasantries;
you will find that these things are my armor
to keep you at a distance
so you do not step on me and shatter
my fragile control.
i am not a husk — i am not wilting.
i am turning my head
so that the fire blazing through my eyes
does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms
and burn your bones to dust.
i am not your pretty girl;
i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix —
a forest of werewolves and wendigos
that will carve out your chest
so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips
i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.
I so needed a little warm and fuzzy today
I come with baggage.
Don’t expect me
to unpack it all
just because of you.
I may open up a
zipper or two
But some things
lost in an airport
or shoved under a bed.
|—||Baggage by A. V. Madison (via hopelesslyhealing)|
Before I attended MC, I never really thought much about the even and odd years. Now, that is all I ever think about when it comes to certain things. I am an odd, and I am proud to be an odd. Most of my family would be an odd, which is why we have decided that even years are not good for us. The beginning of this year has been a prime example of that being true. Besides losing beloved animals and having my house burn, things just don’t seem to be falling into place. I just can’t seem to land on my feet properly before being knocked off of them again. I am taking each day as it comes, and there have been good days… but they are few and fair between at this point. This year just already needs to be over…
I look like: