Disturbed

Trigger warning: This post contains an extensive discussion of stalking and brief references to unwanted sexual attention.

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Dear Grandmother

Let me begin by saying, Grandmother, that if you're reading this, I'm sorry.  I asked you to unfollow this blog.  I asked you to step back.  If you're reading this, it's your own fault.  I warned you. But then, maybe you need to read this.  Maybe you need to hear what I have to say. ... Continue Reading →

i don’t know

someone help me please someone help me because i can’t think straight anymore pieces of my soul break away break apart pain clouds my mind and i don’t know what’s real and what’s a lie someone help me because the things i used to be sure of i’m not what surety can there be when... Continue Reading →

Freedom

You are too kind to the monsters, self, too kind to their sins. They have teeth to eat you up; you feed them tea and crumpets. Do not go with them.

Road Trip

Tires on the road, you are regressing, self, to the self you were before you woke. Nerves taut in your body, nerves snapping. All your atoms, every cell in your brain, pretending death in hopes of safety.

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