You were never a virgin. You were never “pure” You were never a perfect, innocent baby, untouched by the dirtiness that is…. sex Your body was the universe Your pussy dripped nectar You could never give her away, you were Whole to begin with It was a lie. It was not a myth, it was an outright, purposeful lie. It was meant to
maybe one day I will tell my children about days when I took baths full of water when I ran an online business maybe I will tell them about flavors evoked through cooking elaborate meals spices from the world around while I watch a candle flicker on their faces maybe I will tell them the way flowers used to bloom the way
She creates watercolor out of herself Her voice sounds sirens Woman in red her lips speak the spell of peaches impeaching Her body bleeds to remind her she can choose to give life and she can choose to take it away Hundreds of years go by and she is still sitting in the water, blood on her
The past few months I have been learning from Nothing, herself Staring at the void while she begs, Stay in me Nothing means staring out the window and crying Nothing means cooking and letting the energy of my body move through food Nothing means reading for pleasure, sometimes Nothing means feeling anxious to work and creating more space
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
“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
My heart felt expanded, opening Will you kiss me? he asked gently I moved my mouth down between his legs and I kissed softly, leisurely. And then I sat up. I ran my hands over his thighs, his belly, his cock. As slowly as I wanted. Noticing the silkiness of his skin, various moles, the shape of his body. Appreciating.