ZARAH GREEN

The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

“YOU ARE A SLUT” he yelled down. Desire can be a form of escapism. Escape and plunge through the wound that secretes bile liquids and chokes us with awkwardness.

The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

He was choking me to the fucking ground. I couldn’t breathe and I panicked and somehow slipped away from his clutch and I made a run for the door. My love for him, for them, is eternal but it is twisted and cinched to protect myself. You have to take what society uses against you and exaggerate it and turn it into style. People will organize things before death. After death those things get tucked away. You can’t really be a war hero unless you come back.

Countdown from five and take on your fear. Embrace the naughtiest parts of your mind but do not hurt anyone how they hurt you. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Love deeply and endlessly.