myrtair:I,who was once all quietness and innocence; Stand at the mouth of hell and lunge forward. Fo
myrtair:I,who was once all quietness and innocence; Stand at the mouth of hell and lunge forward. For in my heart, lives a seldom passion, An inbred longing to be thrown through The hungry doorway of my own spirit And be released of this Aching form–this girlish form, Which swells at the waist, and at the breast, Its billows deflate to a heartlessness. And while I’m all tenderness and beginning, By hollowed reason I have swallowed whole The sharp unkindness of humanity. RULES / MUSES -- source link