lifeinpoetry:

I would like to know how to live with nothing.
Not memory. Nor the taste of the words
I have willed you whisper into my mouth.

— Tracy K. Smith, from “Credulity,” The Body’s Question

levrathan:

“can’t burn me/ if I am already on/ fire.”

— Katie Pukash, from “When They Try to Cut the Manic Out of Me They Realize That I Am an Always Burning Fire,” published in The Rising Phoenix Review  (via down-the-rabbith0le)

cursedsuggestion:

not a person, but a pyre. not a love, but a match, but an ember, a swallowing flame.

booksquoteslit:

“How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?”

– Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

lifeinpoetry:

                                    What do
you do when your body becomes a wound? What do you do
                                       when your scars
open back up again? When one day you put your hand to
                                  your mouth and find
                                       nothing?

— Brynne Rebele-Henry, from “Self-portrait as a broken Venus statuette,” Autobiography of a Wound