alone trying to take up space today it’s going well I’ve got maybe to three millimeters now grief leaking somehow through fascia wound so damn churchkey tight to bloodstopped I’m choked up boundrope biting sleeve fighting quiet packed in cactus there’s just no room for everything and especially not air in a girl made for sinking a girl made only of holes
sometimes we are silt and stone, hilt and bone ... layers deep in enslavements. may we do what we can. may God do likewise. may those who oppress tremble. may those who bleed mend.
sometimes we are silt and stone, hilt and bone ... layers deep in enslavements. may we do what we can. may God do likewise. may those who oppress tremble. may those who bleed mend.
A girl made only of holes. I feel this so deeply.
I’m sorry that you do too.
Xox
I’m sorry to you, too.
I’m grateful you exist. Thank you for sharing your brilliant writing.
Sending lots of love and healing energy to you.
Xox