Betrayal is An Unmarked Grave

the first time you trust a pack of hungry dogs to watch your newborn, they will relish in ripping and devouring its tender flesh; knawing bits of stubborn cartilage til there is nothing left to feast on. — they hiss and growl at you for not having more.

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I Need Feminism Because Peeping Tom

The peeping tom has taken up running or biking whatever it is that requires two-piece spandex body suits and frequenting my coffee shop since I moved. — when I feel his eyes on me staring as I sit at my table, or staring as I enter from a walk; I would rather take an orangepeeler…

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Wicked

Je veux envelopper mes bras autour de vous, mais vous ne me le permettez pas. Quel monde quel monde quel monde Me fondre.

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Spinster

short-shorted piggy-bunned riding that baby blue bike through the grass fronts of small business and edges of town on a monday day. — no one knows you’re 27. pedophiles eye you, suspiciously, that you know how traffic functions.

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Addiction: Middle Management of Capitalism

exertion charred lungs feel good after branding, though spin class is actual hell. endorphins, you are not booze or coffee, but you are okay [for now] — suddenly there is so much more to do. Not addiction constrained to certain locations everywhere is a place to be; my body, unhooked from IV free to explore.…

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“oh, They Must Be Masturbating”

My actual thought if I see someone is: -sitting alone with sunglasses on in a parked car at any park, -sitting alone in a hotel hottub, -me, -peewee herman. — i just left a sweat mark on a brick wall, a brick mark on a sweat back, and not even from anything fun.

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They Say

there’s always an eye opening moment before sobriety. The first time for me was the morning after waking up having dranken from the tank my miramo moss ball was floating in. — i remember drunk as fuck lifting the cold orb into my palms and pouring its contents down my throat until it was nearly…

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Calling Center it Quits

Hello, cartoons I kept on my desk. you are fired for not keeping me happy enough to compensate for the dreaded capitalistic decline.

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Someone’s Gotta Say It

can you even imagine being SO power-hungry and careless you would- -honestly- NUKE– -TRILLIONS of strangers because a few people, who live in the same geographical vicinity of them [thinking too highly of themselves], did- –Anything– at all?

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Re-Form-Fem-Ism’t-Good-Enough-ism

The neoliberal establishment,  breathed deeply, and exhaled,  “You go, girl.”

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