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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Nightmare Returns

I had that nightmare again [From “Amityville Built-For-One” I wrote] about living in the house where someone is upstairs and I can’t lock them out. — This time I heard some rummaging through the trash just outside the unlockable door. so I grabbed my keys off the counter and went into my bed to watch…

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Amityville built-for-one

a reoccuring dream place i visit in my lucid off-time is a duplex property. i reside downstairs, the upstairs is empty. — i have a decent sized country-kitchen a laundry room connecting to upstairs where the door between the two units meets. this door does not lock. — the last room in my place i have…

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the shrub frightening

When on a walk Without glasses you get a glimpse of a tall shrub but, blurry eyes see instead, a predator. — parasympathetic nervous system ally frost mage casts flash freeze on your heart for protection. it doesn’t feel bad? exactly. you know the feeling, Breezy night hands hugged lovingly around the organ responsible for running…

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