graduated healing
the thousand little cuts we fix upon ourselves daily.
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Bits and Bobs
Words that come to me as they will.
freudian birthright
we were born with the feeling of the ocean inside us both apart and a part of the same great tide later we learned to draw upon imagined...
ode to my acne
i would rather my vitriol forge its way through my har gao wrapper skin erupt across my face in a constellation of active volcanoes than...
eucalyptus shower
even your dying breath is laced with green ambrosia.
wishful thinking
by now i’ve realized we are not destined to ever stand on solid ground but i do wish the sands beneath my feet would stop shifting for...
magnetism
all i can say about the countless circles we’ve walked is that there must be more to be uncovered beneath this familiar ground
judgment call
the question isn’t whether or not you knew better the question is whether you should have
cosmos
we are a hurricane that’s been raging for centuries
sick note
rest now, my love - there is a war raging inside your body
the least you can do
you need to understand - the choice you made means any residual stirrings that may reside in your heart need to be sequestered indefinitely
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