you are in these bones, but they are not you.
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Last month’s crybaby bullshit.
“I’m so tired.” The whine of a child. We’re all tired, kiddo, I get it. There’s no rest for any of us these days and it isn’t fair. You’re welcome to cry about it, just do it on your own time, alright? Try not to drag anyone down to give you a leg up. I Read more
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paroxysmal
I wasn’t even tripping and it happened again. Paroxysms. That grip on my arms, demanding. Pinned and forced to scream. To see it, feel it. Let it pass through.The press of her love like a boot to my throat. The darkness listened like the light loved. A heavy press. A reminder of power and care. Read more
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The final stage.
Everything I don’t say tossed out on the road behind me, taking root, growing into brambles too thick to go back through. I’m not in the business of building walls, I’m building futures and faith and I know I need both hands, but But I feel the weight of yours on my shoulders as I Read more
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Power is subtle.
I like the ways you bleed all over me. I like to make you bend. I am the body underneath the arch my abundance pushes into your spine. I am the little teeth and hands making sweet incisions along the lines of your control, the borders of your bones. I kneel to you, in worship Read more
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you son of a bitch
If I ever fucking see you in this place again I will knock down the walls with your body. If I catch a single goddamn glimpse of you, through cracked blinds or a half open door, I will tackle you into the woods of my soul and tear reality from its moorings. I will claw Read more
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cours, petit lapin
It’s all a pretty word game, played until waking discovers ravenous the appetite hidden behind capped teeth. Blood begets blood and there is no end to this lust, stoked from distances determined safe by those with no goodwill in mind, an eye for sport. It’s all fun and games until someone loses an I, become Read more
let me sow that i may reap 