✍🏻 Darkest Night

[ part 1 of 2 ]


  When a lover is lost
   Death daily is the cost
   Oh bitter and sweet love
   ~ Nothing is more painful
   ~ ~ Nothing’s more beautiful

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.

— Vladimir Nabokov

See part two (2 of 2)

when I type a certain letter on my phone, it automatically suggests your first name as my wanted word — the name that I do in fact say to myself more that 1,000 times per day — and when I type in another letter, it automatically suggests your family name as my wanted word — a name we jointly chose to drop as an act of emancipation.

Little Britain redux, well, sort of:

Author: Anna Bidoonism

Poems, prose & literary analysis—this is who I am.

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