Empathy
Empathy
I have laid my hand over the pool of pain
Fingers spread, slow like I'll frighten it
Barely broken the thin skin at the top
Of the water you nearly drowned in
The cold sucked the breath from my chest
And I cried out and stumbled back
Clutching my burning icy hand
I stare at you. How did you survive this?
Does it ever go away? The furious ache?
I'm still gasping for breath.
You shrug. It hasn't so far but you should rest.
I should rest? What about you?
I'm trying. I'm so tired.
Tears gather in your eyes like crescent moons
There isn't enough time in the world.
I lay my new scarred hand on your chest.
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the world is getting so ugly and bleak and it’s hard not to feel so hopeless. but we have to remember that they want us to feel that way.
it reminds me of this quote by dan savage - “During the darkest days of the AIDS crisis we buried our friends in the morning, we protested in the afternoon, and we danced all night, and it was the dance that kept us in the fight because it was the dance we were fighting for.”
joy is resistance. it’s really scary times but we are all in this together.
First five years spent poor
Beaten, clawed by toxic stress.
A rough start, darling.
sonnet for the uncanonical, 2025
written for two-bees escapril; the prompts are 'sonnet' (week one) and 'apocrypha' (day three). i will admit that this is probably only partially a sonnet; i've never been great with meter, but the rhyme scheme and structure is mostly there! i think. either way, i had fun challenging myself.
The world may be in crisis, but the mulberries are ripe, and they taste just as good as ever.
The world may be in crisis, but the fireflies came out at dusk yesterday. And they will come out again tonight, and tomorrow, too.
The world may be in crisis. But today a breeze stirred my hair and cooled my face, and it eased the heat of the summer sun and I took a deep breath and I breathed.
The world may be in crisis, but a stranger smiled at me, and a dog found a good home, and a toddler told his baby sister he loved her.
The world may be in crisis, but the world still holds people who are working to heal it.
The world may be in crisis, but there is still a world. And the world contains us, the world contains love, the world contains beauty. And the mulberries are ripe.
There is still a world.
Santa Muerte, Our Lady of Holy Death
feels like every few weeks I have to relearn how to exist, that I do need to sit in the sun and move my body and not drink too much coffee and dress in clothes that make me feel good and talk to my friends and journal and get off my phone sometimes and eat vegetables and drink more tea and generally reclaim the space in my life for myself ya know
Who's your top comfort character right now?
I've been rewatching the original star wars trilogy, so right now, Luke Skywalker ❤️😍🥰
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