triggers—god above, even the world feels violent— wait for me like sharp corners, i avoid them, i sidestep them, I pretend they’re not there, but they keep arriving. dressed like questions, dressed like someone asking me if i’m okay when i’ve spent the whole day pretending no to exist.

who wanna bet on losing dogs!! the things I usually hold with both hands, like her, like joy, just start to slide from my grip. not because I don’t care, but because I’m too full to carry more.

#direchoe • ❌🌷

maybe this anger
will turn into something beautiful, or maybe it won't,
and it will rot inside me-
nothing left
but a decrepit mass
of long forgotten fruit

© allenariaaa_0 on twitter