female diarist
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Unbecoming
I inuit you wish to live through me. I am apprentice to no mask maker, I will never hide with you nor from you. I come out to play and so should you. We may conceal ourselves in anoymity, yet we are the truest, the most genuine. Together we’ll be damned! A double life for…
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Childhood’s End
The calendar seems stuck in a repeat date. A language glitch prevents diversifying conversation. Monotony sits at the table while the pain of communion drops the temperature. A second cup of coffee and a tea are of no help. Awkwardness settles, honesty dictates what we do next. Chanting this is childhood’s end, we each depart…
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Singularity
As I lay on my bed I realize my mind is globetrotting. A big fragment of myself has been endlessly running without stop since early childhood. It has to. No one asked her to. She feels compelled to do it. The world starts weighing on her each time she slows her pace. Resting is simply…
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Don’t Beat a Dead Horse
I, rooted in desire also wish to corrupt you. I look upon flesh as it devours flesh as it fails to touch the soul. ‘Ignite me,’ says the soul. The ruse of a body does not move me. I remain unbound and free. Without trust the soul is unflinched. Love is in the body until…
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HARROWING NOSTALGIA
Fatherless, motherless sons & daughtersWhere are the unknowns to love us?I am curious about their privacies. The thickness of their masks. The pace in which they walk, the tonality of their voice, who they are when no one is watching.Are they aware of the countdown? I am no angel to sound the trumpets.I come with…
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Taboo
Pleasuring the body may result in pushing back on further planning. Sex whispers are unlike death whispers. The pain of an open wound different than thrusting. As I feel the steam on my face and have a sip of icy water, As I revel in the sight of my lover, I might just push it…
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To You Who Are Also Flawed
May you find peace while rowing these oceans in that small boat. Don’t you ever wish they stopped looking at you? They should at least dim the lights. Provide cocktails. Make it more manageable for you. Profitable even. To some of us, death sounds like a sweet relief when we just about had it. A…
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How to Know Whether You Should Leave
I write this as I explore my own pain. I hide and use repetition. I am somewhere that does not welcome growth and reeks of envy. A place stuck in mud. It does not inspire me to be at my best, to express myself through color and style. It instructs you to be like the…
LA MVNDIA 