Month: September 2025
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Saturn Devouring Her Sun
A laugh that feeds onall the light in the roomLike nails on a chalkboard,demanding a performance back. A ritual meant to harvestanother’s root, a succubus devouring during another’ssolar return. Binding them with your wordswritten across the back of your hand. Carefully paintingyour friends withthe brush of envy. Using words like hot mess, crazy, intense, slow, andfat. I was…
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Miigwetch
Thank you. For being the last memoryof what it once felt like to feel safe to be myself. So I could finally wake up tothe contrast of howcold and calculatedthese arms were – like snakes, constricting, never tight enough to feel safe or a constant tethered choking. You were the last memory I had of…
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