i’ve been here since i was a kid. i did everything they ever asked, yeah i did. and for what ﹖

to be born into girlhood is to be born neck deep into violence. don't tell me i have to live a life drowning in it and never holding it.

sick, sickened, i'm sickening, i'm stricken by the fist. blessed are the fires that have burned me.

Godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed.

⠀ ⠀ taking a big bite without question, and then — ⠀ ⠀ “that’s not a poison apple, is it?” ⠀

⠀ ⠀ why is melchior giving her apples? she doesn’t dare ask. still, she grins. ⠀ ⠀ “thanks for thinking of me.” ⠀

⠀ ⠀ she has to think for a moment, a long moment. then, she shrugs. ⠀ ⠀ “not sure. maybe i’ll go out. haven’t thought that far ahead. you?” ⠀

⠀ ⠀ “you’re going to do all that and still have time after?” she can’t even imagine. one simple task can take her a whole day. “don’t you get /tired/?” ⠀

⠀ thinking about her (hello kitty bong) ⠀

⠀ didn’t even get any fentanyl candy on halloween what’s the point ⠀

I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor

heavy wind, cold rain, & yes the stars, & yes these hands of mine. a dream in my chest is molting. my dream sheds its muddy, thunder—stained skin & asks for a heart of peony fields this time.

⠀ ? ⠀

⠀ are you okay ? ⠀