Category: Prose

  • Time Does Nothing For Us But Pass By

    I wince as I notice you delegate your responsibility of repair to time. Your disconnected mindset still believes that time heals all wounds and that no further effort is required to mend what you’ve done to me. Disillusionment paints the world I have started to build around you. Hangs picture frames on the walls and…

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  • Buzzing

    Pints of mead fill my belly with the rays of the sun. Golden and warm. I have no choice but to share the light beaming from my innards with those around me. I think about the bees and how long it took them to gather what they’ve given me, or rather what I’ve taken. I…

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  • Impact Me With Your Ink

    The people in my life sink like ink deep into my skin. I’m never the same after an interaction, no matter how small and perceived insignificant. You can see the impact so superficially on me. No point in trying to mask the marks. Some marks are sharp and aggressive while others you can tell take…

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  • Not Yours

    My vagina is not your amphitheater. Not a place to echo your selfish desires into. Expecting nothing more but your own voice returned back, confirming that your needs are the only priority here. My thighs are not the covers to a book in your personal library. You don’t own the rights to spread them wide…

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  • Women Of The Wind

    Watch as my divinity circulates through the hair of the trees or the chimes on your front porch. Refreshing the world of any stagnant layers after too much time has been spent disconnected from what really matters here. Allow my cleansing breeze to tickle your senses and bring your attention back to where we need…

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  • Growing By The Roots

    A familiar face in a brand new place helps me to remember where home really is. I find home in the people I’ve planted seeds of myself into and have come to find signs of growth where I’ve left them. Meaning pieces of me found their presence suitable for growth. Safe enough for expansion. They…

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  • Embracing Embodiment

    Goofy giggles Uncontained wiggles This energy is finding its way through every free crevice in my body. Goosebumps respond more than before and I am hornier than ever… Love making becomes a lens I see the world through. Seeking out ways to indulge in the luxury of loving. Let me see the beauty that hides…

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  • Internally Known, Externally Alone

    I yearn to be understood in the same ways I understand you. I throw shoes up in the air hoping they will fall in front of someone courageous enough to try them on for just a mile. Feeling so far removed from the people around me that I question the validity of connection in my…

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  • Tired Traveler

    Oh God! I didn’t tell my conscious mind that I was time traveling today! And now the tips of my fingers and the cracks on top my sunburnt lips are stained with berry. Transformed into deeply violet expressions of the night sky. I probably smell of salty skin and the character musk of my grandmother’s…

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  • The Girl That Was Scared Of Her Own Shadow

    I’ve spent all evening and the rest of the night tucking myself into kitchen cabinets and the drawers of my bedside table. Seeing how small I could make myself, hysterically searching for the perfect place to hide. Fear lives in my heartbeat, jump scaring me with every obnoxious thud slamming against my chest wall. I’m…

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