Muse 121: the worms we eat

found via inspireme

If we were made of the objects that we loved, the emotions that we sleep in or the thoughts that we share, we'd be an unfortunately looking bunch. We're ghosts imprinted from the skeleton of others, under different coloured skin. Make myself fifty percent translucent, underneath this body is worms from the same can you were from. I would say more, but that is all I have thought about today. It's enough. 

Muse 28: of God

art by erica altosaar

She had asked, once, long time ago, "Did you know that beauty could be separated from the beautiful?."

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He put her arms over his shoulder, and she rested like a babe swaddled by its mother. With a rough bump, her body jumped up until her buttocks rested gently in the crooks of his arms. Then he proceeded to carry her still-warm form over the fields, where the tall grass brushed against her pale, blueing legs. His hands caressed what it could as the body slowly grew cold, and the colder it got, the more he found himself trying to run home. To save her before she froze, to save her before she was completely gone - the blood ran freely from her wound, like the fragrance of a flower slowly separating away, like the silence growing louder with sound, like humans living on the outskirts of humanity.

Muse 1: Broken Keys

(via loveyourchaos)

They droningly plunked with a tune like broken teeth, like broken teeth. I don’t think I ever noticed that they were out of tune, out of tune; I just noticed they were brown and crooked - kind of like yours after you started smoking, cussing. Truthfully, touching this piano may be the closest I will ever get to your drugged, dead lips.