~ amnesia ~

Memory, it’s so faulty, isn’t it? Forgot how sweet the air sits against my skin here Not the birdsong, never that, But still it rings anew, like I’ve not heard it clearly until today Is it me? Have I changed? Or do we simply push away The temptation of memories that will us to stretch... Continue Reading →

~ survivor ~

I cannot stop hating my body. Fuck, how I want to be That proud, free, careless woman Showing it all without a thought Never apologizing for my skin My rolls, my lines, my folds And I’m not. I’m not there. And I want to love myself for that too To embrace and give kindness The... Continue Reading →

~ 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 →

– skip skip –

The arrhythmia of my heart Explains it all. Not here to hate Or love singly But embrace the whole damn world. My heart skips a beat Do you look up? Do you see? With your entire being Not those insufficient eyes Alone. But with all Do you? Don’t miss a second It could always be... Continue Reading →

– artistry –

Look at me So even-tempered these days  Fearful that my inner peace Might poach my creativity But is that such a blemish If I remain alive To feel the breeze on my skin For another cycle? Creativity need not be born From despair. I eschew that tired narrative. That stereotypical trope. What good are creative... Continue Reading →

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