I don't censor my artwork and I like painting boobs, so if you're a kid this ain't for you
Fuck our healing crystals blood diamonds with dark histories of human labour exploitation and environmental degradation Fuck our feminist slogans on t-shirts sewn by aching fingers of women trapped in slave positions capitalism’s incarcerations Fuck our body positive platitudes while bodies of hundreds are held on islands waiting to be processed and kept like cattle […]
While the ice is melting and our lands are burning and our forests are dying and our oceans are choking the fight for hope is daily the fight for life is dire When we were young my love our old age was assumed now I look at your face my love and my heart fills […]
Your tone speaks menace my heartbeat quickens I’m afraid of you and addicted to fear I’m afraid they’ll be empty threats hurt me I silently plead please my body begs what good is this flesh without purple red brutality what point is this mind without torment and terror “please…” the word slips out you laugh […]
multichromatic bloomings chosen catharsis beautiful violent love explosions lust a desire to live in disguise as a wish for death neither both take me give me your pain it’s mine I’m yours
In between the right and wrong of this and that is truth Just below the rage and fear of you and me is grief Right inside the hurt and hate of wounded hearts is love
I just feel so fucking sad and so fucking angry tonight. Overwhelmed by the horrors of male violence on a global fucking scale. Despairing that it is we still who receive the blame.
(Note: This was written for a desktop and formats badly on a mobile phone.) Maybe I could try a little harder to be a little less suck in that gut pin up that skin oil those surgery scars but the makeup can’t conceal the way recent trauma aged me and I can’t always avoid eye-contact […]
shameless nameless sits lips parting scentless airless slips mouth breathing painless veinless its soft dripping colourfree blood
empathetic me thinking of you made a mistake thinking you were thinking of me narcissistic you thinking of you made a mistake thinking you were thinking of me
her eyelids flicker flutter open gutter only glitter her universe a miniature cascade flickers sparkled pictures her crumbled quivers warm wind captures speckled splatters cognition lapses