Linxi Van Romanovski
Bio
An obsession with origin stories, I write and rewrite my own. I don’t need a happy ending, I just need to know there is something else, something other than this. Give me something worth believing.
Stories (12/0)
Diamond in Regression
She brushes her hair off of her face, it's not there, but she brushes it anyway. Repeatedly. Along with the tears, a constant stream of despair that she will not (she argues cannot) control; she was not always this way. A formidable matriarch, a diamond fist — much more than iron, stronger than gold, an incandescent wonder no man could withold. She was not of this world, but something greater; now something higher (or lower, you could argue but fear to go in that direction) has taken grasp and will not let go. She is not part of this world.
By Linxi Van Romanovski6 years ago in Poets
Keeping Score
You get what you expect, why does this disappoint you? You convinced yourself it was a band-aid situation and it will only hurt for a little while. You are still waiting for the sting to subside; just a little while longer; a little longer still. You were not ready for this and you are only just realising this will always be the case. You will never be ready.
By Linxi Van Romanovski6 years ago in Poets
The Art of a Woman
There is no greater feeling than despair. It accompanies every emotion and eats you from the inside out. It's overwhelming, the loss of control, the inability to pull this back from the brink. Spending nights clambering, clawing your way through a sea of emotions muddled feelings you pretend do not exist.
By Linxi Van Romanovski6 years ago in Poets
Shame That Is Not Shameful
Actions cannot be undone, words cannot be unsaid. There is an ineloquence to her silence, it is loud and it is blunt. Her heartbeat echoes in her ears, a taunting metronome beating each second as if teaching her a lesson; she learns to self-medicate, to stop from self-deprecating; numbing from the inside out. Enabling her own destruction, she is biting the hand that feeds her and biting her tongue.
By Linxi Van Romanovski6 years ago in Poets
Naked Is Not Enough
We all have boundaries, limits, rules; we are the only ones who know how far we can go, how much we can take. We learn from experience, we know how far to push, but never to cross, because nothing is worth what’s over the other side. We learn not to put our hands into the flame, the philosophy is simple and sometimes sweet — once bitten twice shy.
By Linxi Van Romanovski6 years ago in Poets
Damaged Goods
“there is no shame in crying in an empty room, the walls will keep in what you cannot” I am empty as this room now. I am hollow as your eyes, empty as your words and solace finds me no where I would wish for you to look. I lay on my back (as I always have) my stomach sinks to my spine and I am as spineless as you are.
By Linxi Van Romanovski6 years ago in Poets