Remembrance

A Dozen Crows

A couple dozen crows migrated above me, cackling and cawing. It felt like it had been for me, their clawing for palms to rest upon and flapping through mangled stems, fighting its resistance, to get one un-cured olive. My eyes were fixed on the lack of scarcity in the sky, on the birds, wind, reachingContinue reading “A Dozen Crows”

A Most Familiar Day

Something has changed today.The cars are hushedThe breeze is boldThe sun is diluted for my eyes to hold.And I can smell the chlorine, the sap, and the fertilizer.I can hear the fountain, the conversation, the bees.It tastes like a childhood morning, full of nothing to do and going outside with a handful of sunblock.Something hasContinue reading “A Most Familiar Day”

Promised Healing

There is so much to discover over the edge. And if I could just reach it, if I could just walk forward with a spirit of expectance and float away from all that buries me, maybe I could expand myself endlessly. Wet soil grounds me, but when it settles, I become immovable, and that’s somethingContinue reading “Promised Healing”

Remembered Healing

When he left me, I somehow was able to remember you. And now that I’ve recognized, I see how he’s been a reflection of you. He drove me to sunsets, I first did that with you. He drove me to the edge, I first threw myself over for you. When did it become unsafe? WhenContinue reading “Remembered Healing”

Rooting

Author Miss Parisia B. My efforts are meek. They represent the chasm between the victim and the vulnerable.Give me rest.I don’t know how much further I can go. So I sit and suffer, I try and triumph, but I can’t keep the rhythm.Sit and Suffer. Try and Triumph.Sit and Suffer. Try and Suffer.Sit. Sit. Sit.IContinue reading “Rooting”

GG

Author Miss Parisia B. “Death lies to you; it forgives the unforgivable and paints past moments with heaps of color that were once grey.” I’ve traveled to every edge and fucked every victim type in the books. Men with infantile natures known by the variations of the entitled grief goblin, my wounds run deeper thanContinue reading “GG”

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