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It Is (warning: depression, self sabotage, trauma)

Behind as dirt, numb as snow,

Handcuffed rage by my own red-handed self.

The monster’s back, isn’t it?

Monochrome duality of emotions

Like drama masks that fit briefly,

Then slip off.

Little horrors behind the eyes of a jolted girl.

It’s chronic, isn’t it?

trick or treat!

“Centennial Means 500 Years of Genocide!” by Ricardo Favela (photo taken at Frist Art Museum 9-21-24)

Mother (warning: trauma)

I killed another houseplant this week,

Adding to the toll of a plant mom with mommy and daddy issues.

A lotus drowning in their own mud,

A failed parenthood out of parental trauma.

Moths of a heart full of holes

With the aphids of the dirt,

Eating away at me and the beings I tried to patch myself with.

BELATED happy National Poetry Month!

“I Know Crips Live Here” by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

“Prayer for Werewolves” by Stephanie Burt

“Tin Busket” by Jenny George

“Give Ear to My Words (Psalm 5)” by Ernesto Cardenal

“Penelope / Odysseus” by Alex Peery Clark @two-bees-poetry

“Achilles / Patroclus” by LJ Moore

“First They Came for the Jews” by Pastor Niemöller

“Two-Headed Calf” by Laura Gilpin

“she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father.” by @inkskinned

“all this living is catching up to me” by @hauntedomens

“The Hymn of Patroclus” by Penelope L. P. @penelopelpa

“The first lines of emails I’ve received while quarantining” by Jessica Salfia

“Song for Baby-O, Unborn” by Diane di Prima

“Question” by May Swenson

“Young People” by Richie Hofmann

“The Bronze Arms” by Richie Hofmann

“The Trans Agenda is to Keep My F*cking Friends Alive” by Sol Rios

“For a Student Who Used AI to Write a Paper” by Joseph Fasano

“The Boy Scout Pledge” by Michael Glatze

“How to Watch Your Brother Die” by Michael Lassell

“We Have Enough Dead Friends” by Lena Oleanderson @lena-oleanderson

Reblogging my art with folk songs I feel are fitting part 2

after “The Song of Achilles” by Madeline Miller (warning: violence)

Heliotropic soul who smells of spring.

Sunshine hair with gold-leafed summer irises,

Bright, shining from alabaster flesh.

Chiseled hands over carved wood,

Sinew-plucked strings.

They would never draw blood.

Winter is a minimalist,

Warmed by our roseate love,

Thawed anew.

tumblr staff doesn’t want you to know this, but a great way to treat small amounts of granulation tissue to prevent it from becoming hypergranulation inside the canal of your neovagina is to make a hypersaline solution (more in tense version of regular saline) and soak a tampon in it, and then insert that tampon into your vaginal canal

The aforementioned @jonnywaistcoat post ⬇️

Untitled (warning: gore, war)

Metallic petrichor grows into my lungs

As reverse-aged wine flows into a blood sea.

Trauma stains the Earth,

Unresolved cruelty bleeding

Into the forest floor.

The moss cannot process fast enough,

Becoming a crimson-dyed carpet,

Sponging out vermillion blood.

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GAD

Makko-powdered ether—

Floral-membraned leather

Etherizes my heather.

Brain filling up with lies,

Sidereal eyes

Highlight my cracked smile.

Undermine my sanity,

Earthquake my gaze;

Plagiarize the quality

My cerebrum behaves.