This one is not a promise but you may read it as such

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︎︎︎ Salomé Mercier

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︎ Feb 22, 2025

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I keep seeing foxes on my walk home

I’m eager for signs, I know I said I left church but I still believe in everything that shines

I’m begging for manifestations from another plane I need

                                                                          a fox a full moon a familiar name on a headstone

a cloud in the shape of your neck a glitter

                                                  blood trickling down my right leg

in the shower a baby waving at me

                                                                    a whole mythology we’d build just for the two of us

my missing earring
                                                        a painting of my namesake                 a head on a silver plate


groundbreaking love


Religion taught me about desire in a way nothing else ever will, taught me wanting taught me brushing against the surface

of hips poking under the white linen, of hair falling untucked over my collar of the oh-so-obvious foreshadowing that later on
this body would want to ache swallow whole melt into arch against —

Religion taught me how to be wrong over and over again, how to dip my fingers in lit candles how to wait on my knees

A lifetime of waiting

A lifetime on my knees an endless new devotion