Month: November 2019

Submissive

She sits⁣ ⁣ Back against the wall⁣ ⁣ Her face fucked all afternoon⁣ ⁣ She knows who to submit to⁣ ⁣ She submits to grief⁣ ⁣ She submits to winter⁣ ⁣ She submits to him⁣ ⁣ But not to the rest of the world. ⁣ ⁣ Banned from platforms⁣ ⁣ Reported for speaking truth⁣ ⁣ Stalked by nobodies⁣ ⁣ She marinates in grief, in shadow⁣

Pleasure in dissolving

“I’m sad,” I said⁣ ⁣ “Winter is sad,” my mom said. “But it isn’t that time yet.”⁣ ⁣ “I’m sad,” I said⁣ ⁣ My sister did not reply⁣ ⁣ My father said, “I know, I just try to think of happier things, and stay happy.. you know?”⁣ ⁣ I don’t know if I know ⁣ ⁣ I know that like clockwork, Thanksgiving approaches and my