Mine is a heart of carnelian, crimson as murder on a holy day.
from Awakening Osiris: The Egyptian Book of the Dead (trans. Normandi Ellis)
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catch typhus
When he offers his lips, go for his throat.
Lizz Hamilton
The Negative Confession
Rib bones, names of unknowable gods
2017
Practically nothing ever died for long. Take compost, for example.
Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man (via sometimesthewildgod)
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