Fannish insanity and social justice rage, all in one helpful place! eleanor_lavish on LJ and AO3, if you're wondering why all this seems eerily familiar...
It’s definitely not April 3 anymore, but I had the longest day ever and then I went to see Captain America: The Winter Soldier, and I’m still awake, so here is a poem for April 3. (I have a lot of feelings about Winter Soldier. I was fairly emotionally shattered before I went to see the movie, and now I am basically a pile of smoldering emotional wreckage. Like, in a good way? But yeah.)
Burn all your bridges
just so that you can build them again
with thicker ropes.
Hurt all the people you love
and then commit every felony to win them back.
Drown yourself in bleach until not even Heaven’s light
can compare to how bright you can burn.
Turn yourself inside out
and paint your organs the color of what you see
in your dreams.
This is the art of
living with a ticking heart, a grenade you
throw through windows to make a
point that language
has no room for.
This is how I destroyed you.
is how I kept you alive.
Dig yourself a ditch, six
feet deep, and bury everything that you’ve ever
said, everything that you’ve never
meant, and everything that has
burned you and left you with nothing
—Shinji Moon, “Advice From Dionysus,” 2013. As I learned when I went to look for a citation for this poem, it can be sourced to the poet’s tumblr! I should probably buy her book.