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bruised knees

My mother used to tell me that I was never Worth more than I was humbly bowed before my vengeful God; The texture of my bedroom carpet became permanently pressed into the skin of my knees because Worthy was the sickly sweet forbidden fruit that i had never ...

tongues

There are days where I know the Universe is telling me something. Telling me to stay or go- to act or to be patient, I can’t tell.   But She speaks in a language that I recognize. One where everything is set to a higher vibration, each ...

contradictions

I keep a journal with me at all times, With lead smudges and 3 different blue inks.   The only stories written inside are fragments.   My heart has been soaked in salt water… … I see myself in the mirror: stoned and wild… … My ...

spring cleaning

If I woke up tomorrow and didnt remember the past, I think I might finally be free. If I didnt remember You or Him or Her or Them or Us, Maybe I would find space to find Me.   If I didnt remember all of the mistakes i made and the crippling fear of the ...

i am winter

When I look in the mirror, I see winter. I see snow covered banks in my eyes And frozen concrete cheeks. It is bitter there, beautiful to look at behind a frame, but hard to breathe ...

journal entry 1.25.19

I’m spiraling. I cannot think straight, only about how cozy a coffin would be this time of year. Or how inviting it sounds to drink some warming booze and follow it with a handful of pills so I could finally sleep and sleep and sleep. I am not home anywhere. I feel alone. ...