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it's too late for me to get a good night's sleep

the lights don't even flicker for me, so I

stare at my phone screen, waiting

for it.

this looks like what I've always wanted

but it doesn't feel like it

my mind still sits in the back of my head

but I think I'm turning ordinary

lately, this girl has been occupying all

my thoughts

but she doesn't really fit what I want

so I turn away when she tries to talk, because

one of us will have to die now

and I won't let them hold me back now

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valentina-poem

she cuts a piece of this skin with her kitchen scissors

a circle-shaped sponge bleeding wine

on the curve of my waist and jelly to the fingertips.

makes sure it is big enough to put her head through

and then she starts carving me out

like fruit from the pineapple shell

in little spoonfuls

to a little bowl to feed the birds in the morning.

her meal will not be this shallow.

after the inedibles, the skin and the veins and the fat,

are gone

there lies a peephole to peep through

feel my heart quicken pace

and see the organs work. well, still.

she takes her pick, a different one each day

maybe this liver today, ripe, still

slice it with her nails and put her head in

feast straight from the source

until it shrivels and shrieks

and gasps it's last gasp.

until life is gone.

but mine remains.

and I have to wait again

she can come pick, pick, pick

until I'm ready to be discarded

– I can be your bloody cheese wheel (23/7/2025)

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charnel-grounds

Ursula Davis in La cripta e l'incubo | 1964 | dir. Camillo Mastrocinque

spent six months of savings on my birthday. is that like the opposite of grown up now?

#diary entry

weaponizedtit

being of the sea and sky, so full and so empty at the same time

weaponizedtit

I'm more than 70% water it seems, physically and as decided by the stars. so I decided today I'll be one with it. I'll flow to where I belong, shapeless and fluid, so I won't be constrained, I'll slip through the fingers of anyone who tries to hold me down. I'll slip through the cracks and find my way to where I feel free. I'll keep changing shape until I find the one I feel the best in. I'll heal myself like moving water and be the same force for everyone else around me. I will start embodying life itself.

(diary entry – 23/5/2025)

kundalini33-deactivated20260510

the problem with me now is that even when I'm happy, I can't show it. I'll be smiling my hardest inside and stay frozen on the outside. a side effect of pretending to be calm every time the ground fell away from beneath my feet. ever careful, ever frozen, ever rehearsed. in character, and the character is not human. it's a piece of wood. polish me, or better yet, cut me again. you'll see more years in my skin than I've lived.

(diary entry – 22/5/2025)

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