#molly brodak

[typewriter-worries]

The Glass Essay, Anne Carson | Molly Brodak, Molly Brodak

[havingapoemwithyou]

molly brodak by Molly Brodak

[sweatermuppet]

from ought by molly brodak, published in a little middle of the night

[Text ID: well... define hurt. Because I can't tell if I'm dull to it or if it is just everywhere. /End ID]

[unlovelyspace]

this one

[geryone]

The Cipher, Molly Brodak

[firstfullmoon]

Molly Brodak, from “Mary”

[twobrothers]

when the levee breaks x molly brodak

[sovietunions]

“Molly Brodak” Molly Brodak

[sinligh]

High fences of realization built on the liquid like foundation of my murky soul.

My desire for love when kept untouched grew into resentment towards myself.

Soothed only by the hands of death on the base of my spine stitching me back together I, her only leftover with words of comfort.

"Life goes on". Is its construction mantra.

Out of deaths lips its arbitrary, a stolen promise; like all the souls that it deemed unfit to be renovated.

The hand of death on the base of my spine, on the back of my neck

it grounds me; I find comfort in it.

the way it caress me so lovingly, a threat of a postpartum psychotic mother to an oblivious child.

Death was never particularly appealing to me, it’s the thought of not existing

not now, not in the past, nor the future. to never be, with no trace whatsoever.

To cease to exist all together With no leftovers, nor broken lovers.

It’s not a constant desire, more of a lure, a forbidden love. A slow burn romance with a happy ending

One that I’ll never reach out to willingly but if it ever reached out to me then I know for sure that I’m not strong enough to reject it.

Because life loses its colors from time to time…

And that leaves me, like a person suffering from aphasia. I lose the ability to understand the point of it all…

I try hard to redefine everything, yet, I can’t express it not even when I reach for a semi-stable ground with all my words.

sensitive, i let life play me like an instrument, so responsive.

i increase the tone of whatever melody goes through me..

do it so i hurt anyone who loves me enough to listen. And because I can’t just fade…. And because I don’t have the upper hand…. I make sure to leave my mark, I make sure I have a way to I leave.

And then I choose not to.

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•Quotes: Christa Wolf / Joyce Carol Oates/ Sylvia Plath/Susan Sontag/ Virginia Woolf / Ocean Vuong / Molly Brodak/ Halsey

•Original context: Sinligh

•art reference:

1. Painting by John Bagnold Burgess (detail)

Painting by Roberto Ferri ( detail)

2. Painting by Émile Vernon (detail)

3. The Grasshopper by Jules Joseph Lefebvre. (detail)

4. Painting by Valeria Duca.

5. red" by Hei Shan.

6. Sleeping Beauty by William Oxer.

7. Halsey from her Ig post: iamhalsey (detail)

[rockabye-billy]

Molly Brodak by Molly Brodak

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

companion piece to this?

Foolishness? No, it‘s not!, Mary Oliver | 《山河令》 Word of Honor (2021) | Molly Brodak, Molly Brodak | Dogfish, Mary Oliver

[typewriter-worries]

when molly brodak said, "this is love. it is a mass of ice melting. i can't hold it and i have nowhere to put it down"

[havingapoemwithyou]

bee in jar by Molly Brodak

[sweatermuppet]

[Text ID: I'm sorry for what I have always done. It still will happen. /End ID]

from a little middle of the night by molly brodak, published in a little middle of the night

[hacked-wtsdz]

Underbelly, Nicole Homer\\The Phantom Menace, dir. George Lucas\\Revenge of The Sith, dir. George Lucas\\Molly Brodak, Molly Brodak\\Frankenstein, Mary Shelley.

[geryone]

The Cipher, Molly Brodak