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happily drowning, we

Our sweet dream world Where we, the wild things, are Wolves in people clothing Monsters are we The sky above us is black Like our hearts Although moonlight filters through the trees Shining down onto our changing, writhing bodies Witches are we We do not wish to go We eat each other up Devouring every… Continue reading happily drowning, we

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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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like cracks crumbling

Restraint Like chains Cold Rough like rope Hold me back Hold me down Wanting Like warmth Bright Soft like feathers Swallowing me Swallowing you Resolve Like cracks Crumbling Jagged like my broken pieces Spilling out And on to you

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Sologamy: ultimate self loving

Sologamy is the practice of being on one's own. To be alone but not lonely. Of being unapologetically and happily single AF. I first came into contact well before I entered a state of sologamy myself. I can't even remember who I heard it from but the idea has stuck. If you don't I already… Continue reading Sologamy: ultimate self loving

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Let’s play a game

I'm gonna just hit my predictive text until it starts repeting itself... please do the same in the comments... Should be fun? I'm so glad you are moving forward with my love and positivity of it was really searching for something to pick on my phone from the dumpster rental company is a cunt nugget… Continue reading Let’s play a game

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Hour glass fragile

Strings pulled tight, tighter Waist cinched Now but a handful My hourglass has just been flipped My timepiece body is wrapped and ready But make no mistake Lover Although I may be wrapped up, like a present, bows neatly fluttering down my spine I do not wear this for you

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Not poetry…

I like to dance. I have two main styles of dancing that I practice on a regular basis: Pole and Badly I dance the same way whether people are watching or not. I dance in the kitchen, with headphones on while cooking or doing the dishes. I dance in the super market, pushing a trolley… Continue reading Not poetry…