female diarist
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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 