Let us give thanks

He’s thankful for my very existence. Thankful for the opportunity to worship at my alter. Thankful for the matches and kerosene I let him borrow to burn it all down. Thankful. He’s thankful for the warmth provided by my blazing foundations. Thankful for the beautiful glow of my incinerated heart. Thankful. For loving me to ashes.

He’s thankful for my very naked flesh. Thankful for the chance to quench his thirst from my fragrant waters. Thankful for the raft built from my curves. Thankful. He’s thankful for my bodies baptisms and aqueous admirations. Thankful for the tides that swept away my sanity. Thankful. For drowning me.

And I, against all instinct, continue to provide him sanctuary. I tell myself to be equally grateful for…. My burning remnants. My water drenched lungs.

Because it’s better than nothing.


– a.duncan, 2017

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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