Nothing is sacred
All can be pillaged
Time. Peace. Security. Safety.
Autonomy. Sexuality. Intimacy. All taken and offered by the same hands
Even the reclamation of the stolen self
Is desecrated by drooling mouths and pawing hands
The dreadful knowledge that to be observed
Is to be changed

Everyone shut up and look at my child

Where my prone to melancholy bitches at?

Writing again
#poetry

While I’m appreciative of the ✨chill positive vibes✨ here I think we could use just a tad more brain rot as a treat