Taking My Breasts Back

I’m taking my breasts back. Not from anyone in particular – I didn’t have them dropped off at a shop to be cleaned or anything. I’m taking them back from my bra. And from society. I don’t need to wear a bra, so I’m not going to wear a bra. …

NaPoWriMo – Day 23

We twist ourselves into other beings that aren’t true out of a need to be within a circle of influence we can’t contain or control. Foolish as we are. It’s pressure from the inside and out we are who we need to be not who we are. Shame as that …

NaPoWriMo – Day 21

I wrap words around me to protect and deflect from the worst of my fears. I am nothing without them even broken syllables offer me something to hide behind. I twist myself into them deeper into letters and vowels because I can’t handle flesh and blood breathing and the hearts …

NaPoWriMo – Day 20

Hours become wreckage seconds become ash at her touch as she walks through the darkest past and the brightest future. It all comes undone, one year can go by in a heartbeat or she can stretch a second out for infinity Whenever she wants is broken into pieces, I’ve seen …

Queer

There are some words that are inherently offensive. Some that used to be offensive and still can be with the wrong tone and right meaning behind it and some that aren’t offensive any more. Queer isn’t offensive to me, unless you’re yelling it. And to be honest, I’m gonna be …

NaPoWriMo – Day 19

Desperation coils deep within me pressing up and out I am trying, trying to hold on to it but it pushes harder pushes back. I want. Want. Desperate and wanting I pressed harder but am overwhelmed and it presses harder at my eyes as tears rush and want is nothing …

NaPoWriMo – Day 18

The dead trees are still beautiful in the sunshine, what is torn down and burnt away still bright with energy as new growth is nurtured so far from the urban sprawl I was so used to, the cloying of cars and crowds like a second skin one you barely you …

Fiction: Pale

I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but it’s P and I do want to finish it…Here’s what I have so far. Pale looked around the little room and shifts in her chair. It’s light, it’s airy, it’s nothing like the TV shows. The coffee is nice and …

NaPoWriMo – Day 17

Struggling a bit to always find words day after day after day. There are none. Not now, not before. Just platitude and politeness over and over. I always lie. It’s not that there’s never anything to say just no one to hear words worth saying. Just what needs hiding, papering …