Pressure to perform no pleasure or conform sure, my soul’s a storm in every heated prickle of my skin, the thoughts swirling up my brain (like this thought (and this thought too ( this thought (and this thought too( PARENTHESES BREAK))) psychoanalyze the direction my iris flies can’t escape the way my gaze slides downContinue reading “Testing Anxiety”
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I’m starting a youtube channel
Like, for real, I actually am. Here’s the first video:
in 3 years’ time
in three years I think I aged twenty, from a little girl to a teen in ratty clothing and poorly brushed hair. But I learned runes,
I keep calling for this rain
If you quell the pain, prickles remain, and I feel so detached from the past, I could be a stranger in the memories of danger, like they burn a different skin. I wanna heal from the thunder squeal, but my midnight brain plays the game “How can we twist imagination’s eye to warp this pictureContinue reading “I keep calling for this rain”
Ruse/never lose
“It seems we’re at an impasse,” the blankets told the rats, “I won’t free you until you promise to let us out that door.”
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The truth the rats told
the truth the rats told is not the truth I asked for. I asked why they didn’t stop the bullies and if they were lying to me about the curse but they just said watch out for that codependent demon in your arms
frag
The tips of my toes drown in the bathtub do you think hawks get lonely, when their main relationship is predator eats prey? a hawk, a pigeon, and a hummingbird flock into a bar my roommate’s getting on my nerves, taking out her day job on me if this book flops, what’ve I got toContinue reading “frag”
Instinct/for change
We carry an instinct in us to keep fighting. I don’t know if anyone else has seen recently the things the UK and Australia are implementing in regards to the internet, and which will soon be forced upon the U.S. and the European Union. If you are unaware, a multitude of sites will start/have startedContinue reading “Instinct/for change”
rin run run/rin rat run
outta the haze light fleeing demon fire, they said they’d tamper with my memories if I chose to leave but like I was air I went creeping through the magic lair to flee when I should’ve been sleeping
Jordyn Saelor 