~ little one ~

I’m raging out of my skin Jumpy, electric nonsense, and yet Convulsing with unwanted sobs Holding, suppressing, denying The impotence that scares me more Than any tangible threat. My belly clenches up, bracing Attempting feeble containment Of the demon churning deep within. She demands compensation, flesh Payment for that which was ripped away A child’s... Continue Reading →

– la luna –

In the crevasses Womb space Fingers, fists of ancestors Clutching Demanding attention A space at my table Remember Remember us Remember yourself The you that existed Before they numbed Your instincts Your moon cycles Your wild wisdom In the name Of sensibility Their palms outstretched Grasping, pleading Convulsing in my belly Reclaim the power Passed... Continue Reading →

– wrong –

Am I a sociopath? Or just traumatized? Do I really care either way?  I like what I like I want what I want I know what I know Would knowing the origin  Of what, who, why I am  Change anything Or would it only make me feel  Wrong For being what, who, why I am?... Continue Reading →

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