What’s Your Poison?

I named my blog brave and reckless because it was time to tell my truths without shame. This piece touches on some vulnerabilities that I rarely ever write about. My first instinct was to delete this as soon as I hit publish but instead I am going to be brave and allow you to see to my bone.

Blood Into Ink

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some of us spent our 20’s

lost in the bottle

some popped pills

stuck a needle in our arms

drove 100 miles an hour

took crazy risks

there are those of us who carved our self-hatred

onto our skin

onto our psyches

when I wasn’t ripping my

soul into shreds

I self-obliterated with black leather

riding crops

fur-lined handcuffs

femmes make the best tops

and I am wound like tight copper wire

I hadn’t planned for sex

to become performance art

I knew that sex was supposed to be

an intimate loving experience

between two people

but how intimate can you be

when you can’t stay in your body

when your lover is touching you?

when you are completely panicked

that they will notice

that your body is there

but no one is home

only to learn how devastating it is

when they don’t

notice

guess I was a better…

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