Sunday, September 22, 2024

What woman wouldn’t instantly push her fingers down her panties, if a man could speak his emotions this honestly. And who better than Fyodor to set words on fire in my imagination. Fyodor is my lover now. He knows. 

“[…] he saw her, his heart throbbed violently, and all was dark before his eyes.” 

~Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov


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All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.