Misconceptualized existences

Sometimes, sadness or pain or sorrow or heaviness has no reason. The mind may choose to attach a story, an incident, a person or a past event to it in order to make sense of it or have it make sense to other people while explaining this sorrow. However, sometimes, it just exists without reason....

I’m afraid of nothing, remember?

Trigger Warning - This post contains themes of anger and abuse. All this wrath pent up in my fists and concentrated between my eyebrows knock out the essence of my gentle femininity and coerce the trails of my being with textures of sandpaper. Yet, my woman-ness prevails in glimpses and deserved appearances while the rest...

Endlessly

I’m not scared of heightened states of consciousness in pitch black nights alone anymore. I roar at any presence I feel, any threat. It’s what I do now, I hiss and slither and widen my eyes and scare what scares me. I make sure. My womb is often tingly. It wants children every alternate fortnight....