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Abandonment and Abdication
You with your hats like spires and robes like termite tents. How many layers of bird shit and lightning strikes do you carry on your heads? How thick is the poisonous fog of dead insects that is...
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Sensitive to the Whole
I am reconnected to my body In a way I must have been When I was seven Before eight years old Hands turned cold And I became frozen Backed in a corner Of myself For survival One by one pulled out The...
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My Secret Name
My secret name, once shame But more than that Its very nature of staying hidden Forbidden Did more damage than the naming Today it is not a secret I say my name, no shame While others cannot quite...
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Abandonment and Abdication
Updated in light of recent events: Abandonment and Resignation.
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Embodied Anatta (sexual abuse and the “self”)
This morning while I sit The memories come again It has been a while But I can feel their approach More than I can see them Helium in my head, neck, shoulders, chest, arms, and hands The top of me...
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Peace Amidst The Pain
Do not be concerned about me, I have found peace with my humanity. Stay silent too long, And shame simply lives on, So I face it and speak it religiously. I do not expect not to struggle, Do not run...
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Dear Moms and Miley
You are an adult And are therefore empowered rightfully As you see fit, even aggressively, to explore your own sexuality It is my job, and mine alone To educate my daughter towards her own Power and...
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Nothing Poetic
I was raped when I was 8 Over and over When I should have been safe There is nothing poetic here They always call us crazy They always deny, say we lie As recent as last year I was called a stupid...
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This is Where
In the Louisiana night Playing on a splintered gate Another predator by my side A heavy paw he placed This is where The cricket song and heavy air Rallied the chirp and weight In my gut This is where I...
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Trigger
I am marked But I do not notice Yet The slightest pressure Triggers an explosion And a hollow point projectile Slices the atmosphere Slamming into me Shredding upon entry I NEVER EVER see it coming I...
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One Night
On Mischief Night I Embody Lizzie Borden Bad parents Beware -a.r. Artwork: Lizzie Borden by Krista Huot HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE
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Death of Venus
I am invaded by change Old seams are too tight Once humming zippers Busting teeth giving fight I am finding it harder To squish all of me in Parts that used to be shameful Scratching free from within...
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Rebirth
Why do I fight The urge to filet myself To gut myself from groin to gullet I could let my contents spill freely Splat, with room inside to move I’d grab ahold of a rib or two And climb out of this...
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This Vessel
No more attempts At fixing me Will be allowed Long live the mad And drooling demons I have yet fleshed out -a.r. Painting: The Exorcism by Kevin Kinkead
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Explicit Fragments
To be honest To be human To be exposed To be terrified To gut myself To destroy myself To heal myself To fuck you To obliterate you To understand you To find silence To find belief To find the answer...
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Trigger(ed)
I am marked But I do not notice Yet The slightest pressure Triggers an explosion And a hollow point projectile Slices the atmosphere Slamming into me Shredding upon entry I NEVER EVER see it coming I...
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Night Crawling
The sun has not yet cracked the sky But already broken I blink, I rise Split and spilling before dawn Last night’s crawlers ink themselves on To the page from my body and brain I cannot stay still with...
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Nothing Poetic
I was raped when I was 8 Over and over When I should have been safe There is nothing poetic here They always call us crazy They always deny, say we lie As recent as last year I was called a stupid...
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