Week 52 - Vows

“Writing is that neutral, composite, oblique space where our subject slips away, the negative where all identity is lost, starting with the very identity of the body writing.” - Barthes

23rd of December, 2020

I, The Muse, take thee, The Sculptor, to be your hands. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and I promise my love to you forevermore. I promise my devotion to you forevermore. I promise the continuation of your craft and your soul forevermore.

23rd of December, 2021

I, Vasira Chambers, take thee, Azazel Alphonse, to be your hands. Our hands. In whatever capacity you come to exist in, I promise dedication to your story. We will puppet our story. We will reclaim our histories. Azazel, I promise you the unending life of your creation. Your immortality.

23rd of December, 2023

We, The Lovers, take thee, The Creature, to be your hands. Until death do us part.