Two of Swords

Artist: Vivian Schwarz

You rip yourself open, holding out your beating heart, only to lock it away in an iron box far studier than your bloody flesh. You dig nails into your palms to avoid holding the hand of another. You crack the mirrors in your house then study your reflection. It’s all well and good to challenge yourself, but when will this war end? What will be left, artery or diamond? Don’t you dare stop though, not when praxis is so close to your grasp. Who can deny the urge to see what they will become?

“Prayer is the bell jar you put over this goodbye, I’d rather leave this embrace between you and I,” – Big Houses by Squalloscope/Anna Kohlweis