A dear friend is on a journey
They crossed an entire ocean
Hoping to pull themselves from another
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A dear friend is on a journey
They crossed an entire ocean
Hoping to pull themselves from another
Hero, trickster, what…?
Do I do better with or without it?
My face has never felt complete
Blurry, shifting, I could never get it to settle
Into any one coherent personality
Sometimes I think it’s gone and am convinced I’m free, even if I know it’s just for a little while. “I’ve had a good week”, I say to myself, and I say to others, and I’m smiling.
Then there’ll be someone in the know…
Time to try harder now
You stupid little bitch
You tried to push and shove
But you just gave me the itch…
I hope I’ll have so much more to say;
I mark my victories on my skin. Kind of like the notches that warriors used to etch on their weapons, counting their kills, except these are not representing kills, but suppression. Non-lethal temporary marks for non-lethal temporary victories.
Temporary is the best I can reasonably hope for, but temporary or not, they are still victories and they’re truths that won’t be taken away from me.
Maybe it’s all coming to the fore now?
I want metal in my flesh and ink under my skin.