Statements meant to ease tension cause my cells to freeze with anticipation of trickery.
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Proficiency is a shapeshifter
The natural order of chaos
There is no control. Illusions once shattered will always remain in shambles. Cut your hands gripping the loss if the pain will bring comfort.
Ready to leave
One foot watching the doorway, the other counting the exits.
When I look too long
Imagine how we’d live to see the day if the different colors in our skin didn’t require products to make it more uniform.
The change I crave is uncomfortable.
It is an unruly child screaming at a pitch fit to pierce attention.
Tough as a bamboo infestation
I stick my neck out. Because I will break before I see a system make another bend too far.
How It Passes
How silly it is to be confident in the structure of a minute.
What Pictures Do You Take Now?
I stopped taking pictures of myself as our conversations tapered off.
There is something lovely about an overwhelming happiness
demanding to be felt and experienced.