journal forty-four.

what is this feeling? i can’t help but know i’ve been here before it’s all too familiar those things crawling in my skin i’m alone but fear i can’t move i can’t be seen? breathing gets harder but i don’t know why and i’m trying to think i’m trying to place it what is this?Continue reading “journal forty-four.”

journal thirty-five.

not another one think about how those will look when you are older if my body must carry these scars of my youth and will be marked by age why can I not choose what reminders I carry why can I not choose art – my body is a canvas and I will be theContinue reading “journal thirty-five.”