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Strong women are not fictional or mythical characters. They exist. They are real flesh and blood.
I probably live in the incisions of my palms. my actions predetermined, my thoughts preconceived, in the dust of the dead star that I am made out of. I’m probably carrying separated pieces of things that came in pairs in the deep ravines etched on my palms; the skeleton of my my hands probably have […]
love poems are that bitter medicine that makes me want to throw up the moment it’s put in my mouth; my taste buds are sensitive, they have zero capacity to endure dramatic spices and tangy fruits; my sensory receptors cringe with disgust, my mouth brews saliva, at the touch of salt overdose, and my throat […]
i slip into a bottomless grief within minutes and come out if it quickly. which is why my grief comes back to me in parcels. i have been disallowing the lowest phases of grief to consume me i have been denying the experience that pain offers. i have been denying the process of complete healing. […]