lifeinpoetry:

i rub the scratches on my arms. the deep
indigo around my eyes. i draw a bath.

hold my head underwater. come up when
my lungs flail their fists. i drink in the air

like holy wine, like my last salvation.
tomorrow may burn. but i’ll be ready for it.

— Wanda Deglane, from “This Ending I Learn to Love,” published in Glass

horribledrawingsofmylife:

you deserve the best even if you don’t think you do