I know a lot about a lot of things, but I'm never one to claim to be an expert. Aspiring writer currently a butcher.
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Long Distance Friends
It takes a little time What's mine is yours, and yours is mine Oh I dream about you, miss you When you’re gone I’m learning how it works,
Brown girl . Red State. Weaponized shades , Forging hate through fractured streams. I’m a caramel, horchata, Boricua.
Lovely to Meet You
“Ideally, you would wait until after dinner service to attempt suicide.” Sean sits me down in the front seat of his doorless jeep. His attempts to make me laugh distract me enough to ignore the throbbing pain coming from my fresh wound. The Doc in a Box is only a few blocks up the road Sean drives recklessly, like you'd imagine a man with a doorless jeep would drive.
I spoke softly You slipped into the cracks of my voice Between the words Whispering into the coal mine Whistling your music
That Goddess Energy Ish
I don’t know how to describe this moment I just know that it hit me. You never admired me. I scared you, I challenged you
I wear your scent draped over me Cloaking me I’m safe You bring it back to me and push your lips against my knuckles Firmly grasping for the world to make sense
My Mouth Still Works
My mouth is small, But somehow, my whispers fall on your ears with piercing sharpness, A howling beast with an injured leg from my trap
I’m not clumsy, it’s just my hands My fingers long and crooked My wrists; they shake, they jerk, they twist Knicks and scars where rings would be