a poem about dysphoria

I thought I’d try out the WordPress monthly word prompt: BRIDGE. Between my skin and my mind I’ve carved a divide friction like sandpaper harrows my bones whenever skin and mind touch on the topic of voiceboxes and internal monologues spoken synchronously. dissonant screams dreams NO dise ngage repeat, dis engage

Mirror, mirror, rippling water/a majorly revised opening scene

This is from my story Graveyard of Lullabies. I’m comparing Recent revisions vs. the original chapter 1 posted to my blog a year ago. *** Today is the day I bleed aquamarine. The blue-green liquid soaks into my fuzzy pillow, spreading like melted ice. I blink at it. It is a nice pillow. But first:Continue reading “Mirror, mirror, rippling water/a majorly revised opening scene”