Break often - not like porcelain, but like waves. – Scherezade Siobhan
City Beach – Qui Nhon, Viet Nam – March 2020
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Break often - not like porcelain, but like waves. – Scherezade Siobhan
City Beach – Qui Nhon, Viet Nam – March 2020
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“She puts her hands on my skin, and suddenly I don’t feel so broken or alone anymore. I feel like a woman — even if I’m only a woman in the way our kind can be.
But what’s so wrong with that? Why is it so strange to exist as I am, to be one of my own kind? I think I’ve learned that I quite like being such an unusual woman. I don’t know if I could have survived this life as any other.”
— K. Brennan, half finished thoughts
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I made a crown of thorns to die in. Not like Jesus but like a woman it hurts to touch. A woman who wants it to hurt when you touch. I lied. It was a crown of teeth. I made a crown of teeth. A dead thing wearing dead things. I walked home with a molar in my hand, spit it out when you called me woman instead of girl. I lied again. It was a crown of hands. Your hands. More than two. One for the water and one for my body in it. Another for every time I wanted to kill what I couldn’t remember anymore. I made a crown of red roses. I’m lying. They were pink. The color of the dress, the color I turned before the water touched me, before the blur, the pull of your body. I made a crown to die in. Not like something royal but like something heavy and cold. Something stainless. Something that hurts to touch. Something that hurts to touch.
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