I have been losing myself in the busyness hiding behind noise blurred movement avoiding stillness scurrying like a frantic animal trying to escape a predator
Tag: Self-image
The Gifts I am Given
the mirror that I look at myself in is old dark fractured wavy distorted it is as if these glass fragments have writing scrawled upon
My Beast
caged beast hidden in my breast screams inchoate rage beats its fists into bloody pulp against metal ribs until they splinter reunited we cling fiercely
Requiem for Wonder Woman
reached for basic black today red, blue and gold hang untouched in the closet lasso of truth forlorn in the corner too heavy for tired
The Myths of Girlhood
we were spoiled for reality by milk chocolate-coated fairy tales force fed us as girls made to swallow not spit myths about beauty love sex
Jigsaw Puzzle Reimagined Take 2
glimpses of me in the mist shift like a kaleidoscope before I retreat into shadow my constant motion never allowing panoramic images to be revealed you
Galaxy Quest
some days I cannot tell if I am conquering worlds the new boss queen of Jupiter or whether I am a delusional ostrich wearing goggles silk
#tbt Requiem for Wonder Woman
Reached for basic black today red, blue and gold hang untouched in the closet lasso of truth forlorn in the corner too heavy for tired
The Myths of Girlhood
we were spoiled for reality by milk chocolate-coated fairy tales force fed us as girls made to swallow not spit myths about beauty love sex
