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Please send me cute animal GIFs while I take a moment to panic about how short life is…

The great and powerful, mystical Life Octopus has handed me one if its dick tentacles... a life lemon, mayhaps. I have awoke with a familiar burning pain in my neck. One that has filled me with dread and a deep foreboding onism. My shingles has returned like a shitty, racist relative you had hoped had… Continue reading Please send me cute animal GIFs while I take a moment to panic about how short life is…

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what we sow

I can feel him squirm The worm he is Not dragon or snake Doesn't need to tell me How "powerless" feels This was a lesson he taught me too well Am I enjoying myself? Well ... yes It is not often We get to see karma in action But I warned him She is a… Continue reading what we sow

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my fears plucked

Him Biting off more than he could chew Porcelain teeth cut through my soft flesh Spat out my pieces The bits he found so distasteful Am I so distasteful? Displeasing disposable This taste, full heart The window in my new room In my new home Is wide open now Negative temperature air Floating through my… Continue reading my fears plucked

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blank space nothings

I cannot see where it is you hide But I feel that you may be close The space between us now is greater than it ever has been Like the home stretch marathon Distance and time and space are only relevant to what isn't really there Sometimes it is the spaces between music notes that… Continue reading blank space nothings

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phantom limb, mine

Today I lay in bed And watched the light outside my window fade Grey white clouds like wolf's fur So cold it felt like snow I hear my pack howling But I cannot get to them My brain or more accurately my meninges Ache and thud and ache My pia mater tells my arachnoid membrane… Continue reading phantom limb, mine

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flower, when plucked

Flowers need the Earth, the ground, to be flowers But the ground is still the ground without the flower The flower does remain the flower, when plucked. Once a pretty little thing to look upon, but soon wilting, dying. The ground doesn't need anything to be itself. It is always the ground. If someone asks… Continue reading flower, when plucked

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skin old scars

There is an itch under my skin no bug or allergen or stray touch caused it I scratch I cannot stop It's like the problem is under that layer or the next and if I just keep burrowing I will remove it Sometimes I don't notice "stop scratching, Amberley!" Someone says. Blood under my fingernails… Continue reading skin old scars

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yours, my hell

I live exist in the house of nightmares Reliving little horrors skin re-torn bruises re-blackened I walk through the hall of mirrors but the reflections are all different Me the way you saw me hideous, repulsive Me with you at my back knife at my throat My eyes are not my eyes They are yours,… Continue reading yours, my hell

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Tooth fairy update – the happily ever after

I just had to share this... If you didn't read the first post here it is. Some of us have shit parent/s. Goodness knows, I know this... my poor boys are cursed with a jerk for a sperm donor. But I have been blessed with two pretty awesome folks. So, in the aftermath of the… Continue reading Tooth fairy update – the happily ever after

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the tooth fairy and other beautiful lies

The past few days have been weird for me... who the fuck am I kidding, this entire year has been bananas. But with peeps in my life being sick, war time and my growing coffee addiction, sleep has been an untamable bitch. After a particularly long and trying day of life-ing, I get home and… Continue reading the tooth fairy and other beautiful lies