I used to think
Life was just a means to keep the flames of hell at bay
You’ve made me think
Hell is just a means to keep the flames of life at bay
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i rode you on a chair and in the shower
and all the while i clung heavy to your back
my desire deeply harnessed in your spine
If I were sainted, oh if I were yours
I’d hang on a wall with my arms on a cross
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and i know one day hell will catch up with me
and i am sure that i will burn eternally
A statue of a sleeping angel in Highgate Cemetery
Julia Fox, PTSD (2016)
Julia Mordvinova Gilje (Russian/Norvegian). Pasiphae.
‘Heads Severed’
c. 1818, oil on canvas
by Jean Louis Andre Theodore Gericault
