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Black forests inhabit her; midnight, moonlight, dreams.

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Gertrud Kolmar, from Dark Soliloquy: The Selected Poems; "Out of Darkness,"

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“I Will Sing You” by Seraphine Saintclair

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“Ghost Edged Heart” by Seraphine Saintclair

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Loki Highlock

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Madison Julius Cawein, “A Woodland Grave”

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“Margaret Atwood says, “if you get hungry enough (…) you start eating your own heart.” Mine ate me. What does that make of this hunger?”

— i’ll bite the hands that feed me, Grace Moloney

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somewhere by the old waters wolfdark world the otherworld’s blue tinge, the hue of something altered and unrecoverable silence, within me 

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“The sun watches what I do. But the moon knows all my secrets.”

— Unknown

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Silence had entered me. It was like the night, and my memories—they were like stars

Louise Glück, 'Midnight' from Faithful and Virtuous Night (Poems)

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Madison Julius Cawein, “Rain In The Woods”

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Lola Ridge, “Time-Stone”

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“In the black of nightfall, I turn into smoke. The guise of a dancer’s shadow. After midnight - I become a dream. The mirage of a raven’s wing. Blood and flesh by day - I am the moonlight’s whisper by night.”

— tumblr  -  Helaena C Moon  /  instagram  -  helaena.c.moon  (via hapless-hollow)

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By Jan Erik Waider - Luminous Signals

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‘— a death-ridden woman, haunted by dreams.’

— Arthur Miller, adapted from The Crucible

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Paul Celan, from “[With the voice of the fieldmouse],” from Poems of Paul Celan (translated by Michael Hamburger)

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Sara Teasdale, “Pain”