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[kalaschnikowia]

I don't chase you in my restless dreams

I see you when I walk down my street

I see you as I fall asleep

I see you

I see you in the morning dew

I see you when I tie my shoes

I see you in the deepest blue

I meet you by a mountain side

I tell myself that's where you hide

when i look in the mirror, I squint my eyes

To see you in flesh and blood, alive

[The one who's looking back is my father]

But you're the cold breeze hitting my shoulder

Just when I think I had a grip on her

Don't know where to put her

Inside a box, inside a picture, inside the gutter

I ride the bus, I look right at her

Her glasses and dark curls, but it was just a stranger

A second of bliss, all aches for weeks

Nothing will ever be as cunning as grief

[kalaschnikowia]

Woman, lie down in the dirt.

[pmamtraveller]

Mammal in a Sunday Dress, by Georgina M. Cox, 2026

[kalaschnikowia]

[kalaschnikowia]

I try to reject their part of me

this part of the family

They gave THIS to me so I carry their burden, once again, all the same

just another courier

Growing into their faces year by year

On my shoulders all the pain they had to endure

It feels like my destiny, like a prophecy

Everything they been told and all the hatred

Inherited, my legacy

I don't know how to lie it down

Is it up to me to deliver it onto someone else, to pass the crown

My eyes locking with my young twin

Her Part to begin

What did she do, what did any of us do?

Why do we pass this down? Is there an end to it? Is it in my genes, in my veins

All the same

Seen through my face?

When I look into the mirror I see them

But I never really knew them

For them, I lacked identity

They just saw themselves in me

They did just as their mothers did

I was a living, breathing mirror once, reflecting what they so desperately tried to reject

To shed

Generations ago, a little girl started, she had to

Since then everyone of us was just waiting

For their turn

The burden

To be that one little girl, once again

A woman drenched in self-hatred

Without knowing the cause

It's just how it is

Always had been

Isn't it?

[kalaschnikowia]

[kalaschnikowia]

𝓘𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮, 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮

𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮

[kalaschnikowia]

[kalaschnikowia]

But I create you.

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[livias]

waiting for the storm

[kalaschnikowia]

U-Bahn

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𖦹.

[ipomo3a]

[kalaschnikowia]

In this light, i swear, you're mine