Medusa

A heart hurt is a heart grown Stretched to the darkest corners of your mind A mind ripped is a mind won Evil does not knock, it purrs I kiss tired shadows who have shown whats mine is yours, and what we find is guilt and all fear gone Love does not ring, it blurs... Continue Reading →

On craving and rejecting intimacy

I am part of a generation that feels abandoned. Picture a child, left alone all day with other children, and then left alone all alone. Resenting the parents it was gifted, because they were no parents at all.And thus was their role; I was born to call my mother by her first name. Now, when... Continue Reading →

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