Some places, the far away and familiar, help us remember who we are, despite the world helping us forget. My eyes, skin, hair and soul have craved home for close to a decade; probably longer if you count the existential pangs of birth. Bloody mess. The desert parched more than paper; bleaching ever exposing bone…Read more Drift
existential crisis
Letter From a Private Room
~ The people here are sketchy so I won't address you directly in case this gets lost. I don't know what they've done to me but I feel like I'm being watched. Can't trust anyone these days which is partly how I ended up here. Honestly, if there'd been a bottom to begin with and…Read more Letter From a Private Room
Unbecoming
Inside, go within Leaves It alone As survival scopes out differences forewarning Fraying edges can't suck up enough Potential from the bedrock Hoarding Feasts What choice do we have? Besides taking everything off And starting from scratches Clawing bite Marks Up skin Masks conveying the person they decided you'd be Behind commodities is no one…Read more Unbecoming
Born in Providence 