"I'm fine"
I used to think he loved the birds and dreamed awake of the stories from before.
I think I trust too many and know I judge too few. I empathize with the martyr almost as much as I do the one who cracks the whip. I know those with hate and cruelty flushed across their faces had a stern hand beat ideology into them from birth. The rage and fear screamed … Continue reading Chains and Stones (a poem about self-oppression)
1:1 “Why are you alone?” “They taught me I needed no one else.”
We are not broken up inside Stiff upper lip and dignified
Women no longer tolerate the male gaze falling upon themselves. It is always molestation.
Her beauty laid in the grace with which she handled hearts, how she knew where the cracks of hurt were, without even asking.
The publishing and media industries peddle to our sense of sympathy and morality in desperate attempts to not be absorbed by their competitors. They accomplish this by keeping company missions in line with the majority opinions on various social media platforms. Everything about our lives, down to our opinions, is actively being collected and sold by data harvesting corporations. Our way of thinking is up for sale.
I hung my head to an unfamiliar grotesque limb the alien umbilical that joined us at the navel my stomach crawled chest lurched
