27, black/native, Aries, He/They/We(plural), Flint, Michigan, United States
bipoc, demi, gnc, pan, poly, queer, system
i tell the mirror i am made of glass, thin enough to shatter, light enough to vanish. i polish myself with absence, trim myself with silence, praying the reflection grows lighter each day until i no longer cast a shadow
This seems like an interesting place but also hi???
-Seth C
How much it's kinda tough not to have friends
teeth hidden, eyes alight—i kneel and learn how reverence becomes desire
tail wags too hard
paws can’t stay still
Puppy only wants a friend
I could smile
but bunny are soft
And might not like sharp teeth
We will finally have freedom again!!
Cause I think I'm still confused
Autonomy is a cathedral and I am both saint and sacrilege within its walls
Realizing we have no friends because all our friends become at least one of our partners... being poly and plural is wild
They’re not just sins. They’re instincts. Pride, envy, lust.. half of them are just feelings. People with power just decided they were dangerous when someone else had them
a riddle we answer with every breath, yet the moment we name it, it slips away, because what we are is always becoming, never fixed.
The hours blurred, soft and bright, as if time itself wanted to linger with us
I have kept the forest at the edge of my skin,
each root and thorn a secret I refuse to name.
I am all soft light and sharp teeth,
a place where silence hums with hunger.
If you step inside, you may never leave,
and I will never ask if you wanted to