!phx – Page 8 – valerian house archive

These fires cannot touch us when
we have perfected the art of immolation. How even

death is a shadow of forgetting. We have worn it
like skin, offered the fresh peel

at our first meeting. At our last. & now the afterworld
as we know it: beyond our invention. As it has always

been. You’re not forgiven, but neither am I.
The world is ending

& we have been here before.

Natalie Wee, excerpt of In The Unlikely Event of The Apocalypse, published in The Missing Slate (via wondersmithinc)

a girl is told she is nothing. she hums
into the soft dark – just wait,till i come back
& eat you bare.till your heart cries blue.
till your bones are fear

Scherezade Siobhan, log #1 (Published in The Undertow Review)