how do quiet time

he is always on the other side of your heartbeat.
a persistence, a pestilence.
the walls in your chest rotting away.
the walls in your chest peeling.
a panic.
he is not allowed to get his golden hands around your heart.
he is not allowed-

that first night, black thread unspooling at your touch.
that first night, hounds.
he is not a body, but he is a boy.
he is your boy.

time unravels in your fingers and you take each moment apart with your teeth.
chew, swallow.
do not think about how much longer.
do not think.

the howling won’t quiet, time keeps forcing itself through your lips.
you stick your fingers in your ears.
you stick your fingers down your throat.

time spills from your mouth- blueberries, mint, honey, orange sunsets, the entire night sky.

take it back, you scream.
take it all back, let me start over.
it wasn’t enough.
it wasn’t enough.

he will go softly into the dark.
he will go softly and

that’s all there is.

—  MORIBUND, kat excelsors

@people who get pissy when mcu doesn’t follow comic book canon to the letter, have you considered the following alternatives:

- Petting a dog

- Looking at the clouds

- Eating some toast

- Going back to your comics and being happy about interesting, alternative storylines instead of acting like you’re somehow superior to people who haven’t read them

- Taking a nap