Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire And cast a shadow crab upon the land, By the sea’s side, hearing the noise of birds, Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks, My busy heart who shudders as she talks Sheds the syllabic …

ladybookmad: weary-eyed girl, nightmare girl, can’t-go-back-to-sleep girl,slink barefoot through the dark to your bookcase & slowly unwedge me from your dust-coated, chipped paint shelves. quickly now!—waste no time undressing me, even if you only intend to spenda few whirlwind minutes inside of me. carry me overthe threshold of your bedroom— fall backwards onto your bedwith …

Everyday since that bad thing happened, I’ve been practicing                   a spell: how to disappear from yourself, within yourself. Warsan Shire, excerpt of “Abracadabra Acudubillah,” Her Blue Body (via plathisms)