prompt: lots of eyes tw: ptsd, dissociation, unreality, lots of eyes/mild eye horror, religious trauma, reckless use of the word 'picayune' the god who is watching is lying in waitin the chasm carved in the edge of the worlds.he waits, and he listens, and he stands guard.here, the contours are fuzzy -here, the walls are … Continue reading The God Who Is Watching – Goretober 5th →

tw: PTSD the steady dronethe static the migrainecomes and goes the pulse rateautomatic the engineoverloads enough – enough – enoughyour nose is bleeding drythere’s tremors in your fingersthere’s terror in your eyes. the steady dronethe nightmare the tossing inyour sleep if only wedecided what memoriesto keep.

tw: dissociation irt DID/plurality good morning, I – remember, I – do not remember what day it is today but I believethat today I am supposed to be elsewhere and thatyesterday (how many yesterdays?) I was alsostill here -and still her. good morning, I – remember, I – what year is it? I supposeit has … Continue reading Still Her(e) – Goretober 3rd →

TW: implied sexual assault, sexism/misogyny scar tissue isn’t pretty, or charming, or softit doesn’t curtsey or spin in a dressor cling to your arm with admiring desireor avoid your gaze with a blush and caressscar tissue hides, although poorly, beneaththe chiffon and the lace and the tightly-drawn staysit’s firm to the touch – pushes back … Continue reading Scar Tissue Sirens /// Goretober 2nd →

I have, last minute, decided to restart my tradition of doing Goretober poems! This time around, I'm not going to mix prompts; the prompt list I'm working from is on my Twitter. This one is being posted right away since it was so spontaneous, but future ones will go up a day early on my … Continue reading Jewels /// Goretober – October 1st →