Is it possible for a phobia to give someone PTSD-like symptoms? Unfortunately, yes. Especially if that person is already autistic and highly sensitive to emotions lol. I’ll get into that more at the end of this post, I just needed a bit of context before I recommended some good horror stories and songs that’ve beenContinue reading “Horror as Coping”
Tag Archives: poet
now above, once under
Let’s go back before that, to rats in a library: do you think, if I went back to them, they’d recognize a little girl named Ola who used their tunnels to sneak into the library to read books and dreamed of dragons to save her?
religion
Preface this with, I process through poetry, second, I speak only for me, three, ugh I’m scared of being honest, maybe the time will never be right (fight flight fight) but I was a kid told I’d one day be just like my parents, a chain in generations clear through the afterlife and we’d allContinue reading “religion”
power structure
I’d never lived among people shorter than me. These brown people weren’t even that much shorter, just half a head or so but standing with my eyes above the people
bookstore news
Exciting news: Graveyard of Lullabies is in stock at a queer bookstore called Under the Umbrella! (Just in time for spooky season.) You can find their website here. Now, if you read their homepage, you may notice this bookstore is located in Salt Lake City, Utah. So you may then ask, Jordyn, are you localContinue reading “bookstore news”
have a gander
I explored the city like a good adventurer and learned the river was named after a wellspring in the not-so-distant mountains craggying up the horizon;
Roses are overdone
so I thought, could I bring a fresh new twist to this metaphor of love and thorns? Could I bring attention to the roots, the leaves, the multitude of colors? Or have those also been overused to death? ~~ Hey, here’s a brainstorm idea: in ancient Asia and Europe, they bred roses to have moreContinue reading “Roses are overdone”
prattle chatter
Hey there, whatcha cookin’ can I put my elbow here on your counter, thanks a-mighty, I’m new in town, don’t have much cash but that dish
offer on the table
Here’s the offer: I swallow the bomb of my trauma and it keeps me silent unless I spew it. Mouth full of metal, peanut butter on the roof of my fridge, I won’t take the deal cuz I know you never had to bleed like the moon for a miracle, never wore so many scarsContinue reading “offer on the table”
sieve river
The river the sea god led me to wound through a busy city, so no one noticed one more dripping wet lad swimming around
