do you think of me often? i was so small, and so soft. i danced circles around your teeth. wasn’t i a delight? wasn’t i the rabbit of your eye
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do you think of me often? i was so small, and so soft. i danced circles around your teeth. wasn’t i a delight? wasn’t i the rabbit of your eye
someone who ran a trauma blog asked if you were predator or prey traumatised & at the time I was like wtf but .-. most of my art features a hare HAHAHA so I guess I’m prey traumatised
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Courtney Love Prays To Oregon by @clementinevonradics
and also inspired by Bite The Hand by Phoebe Bridgers, Lucy Dacus and Julien Baker
new year same shit babey
quarantine scribbles pt2 cuz I’m still tired lol
quarantine scribbles pt 1 cuz covid gnawed all my energy rip
i don’t wanna be touched all the time. i raised my body up to be mine.
in which I’m forever a child looking out my window at the night sky
thinking one day I’ll touch the world with bare hands
even if it burns
I’d like for us to do a little activity as we wrap up 2021.
Please share five lines of writing from pieces you’ve written this year.  You can also add in the title/link to the full piece.
Can be poetry or prose!
I know she was once a garden bed of hope, and wonder, if the cut flowers in the rooms are more a memory in mourning for every lost dream
I laid awake in the waning dusk and said my name out loud. and each time it was a threat
September begs me to crawl into the ground of my own shame, take a knife to my pumpkin face and carve a smile on
this is your body, this is your blood, no it will not be broken for anyone.
remind yourself that skin is it’s whole organ: press each holy key and hear it sing