Sink, sink…deeper you go, under the water, your breath suspended, your lungs filled with the oxygen of what you wrote so long ago upon the stars.
Deeper still, into the midnight of what scares you most, sink, my dear, let yourself drown.
To what are you drowning, to what shall you die?
I’ve thrown the runes, I’ve scattered the cards—the future is now so clear.
You will die to fear.
You will die to guilt.
You will die to resentment.
You will die to anger and bleeding wounds.
Your darkness is so beautiful that light bows down to you.
m. carless *excerpt/ elephant journal