Jul 2018
step into my soul, but
don't tread on my sanctity.
gaze at the formations of
mi miedo y fantasía
like spires on a church tower
calling the faithful to pray.
i come crawling, patético
to set myself back in my bonds
& beg again for banality
to replace the poisoned truth
of who i know myself to be.
don't tread on my sanctity.
gaze at the formations of
mi miedo y fantasía
like spires on a church tower
calling the faithful to pray.
i come crawling, patético
to set myself back in my bonds
& beg again for banality
to replace the poisoned truth
of who i know myself to be.
"otherness". something even i in all my privileged existence contend with and fail to conquer.
i am tired of cowering in my safe spaces (they've been unsafe for months anyways). this is who i am.
i am tired of cowering in my safe spaces (they've been unsafe for months anyways). this is who i am.
