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“We lay together and stare at the fairy lights above her bed, and there is no part of me that wishes things had gone differently. Our fingers twine together loosely and I am inside my own heart.”

— K. Brennan, half finished thoughts

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short poem inspired by Rae Spoon & Ivan E. Coyote’s book “Gender Failure” that i started reading last night! i decided i wanted to put it on my letterboard but it took soooo long idk if it was actually worth it.. at least i got the picture though lmao

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i lost her in the crowd at the concert. anxiety sparked in my gut because it always does, but i knew it wasn’t a big deal and i should just try to enjoy what was left. but then the notes started ringing in and the singer’s voice crackled to life in front of me, echoing louder from the speakers to my right. our song.

i tried to find her the whole time, toes pressing into the soles of my boots as i tried to peer across a city in one room, looking for that window with the light on. it’s significantly easier moving backwards than forwards, but it’s still swimming upstream through a sea of people desperately yearning for what’s behind you. we were all supposed to be on the same page, here for the same thing. i’m only here for her. everything else is just a formality.

she comes up to me, after. i’m leaned against the barricade, soaking in the moments of before and after. the crowd disperses as they realize their cries for an encore won’t be listened to. i feel her hand on my arm, and i smile. she was trying to find me too after all.

we stand in line for the coat check after, as i hum to the tune coming from the half-broken phone speakers in my pocket. i realize i want nothing more than to dance with her. to have and be had.

if all my favorite songs make me think of her i’m gonna lose it

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“Eye” // 2019

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“I run for the door, quickly, not caring that my feet are damp from the bathroom tiles and dripping onto the hard wood floor. I catch her putting on her shoes right before she leaves, looking up and smiling at me as I take her in my arms and press my lips to her cheek. I let her go but she reaches back, kissing me gently on the mouth; no heat, just tenderness.

“Have fun at work baby. I’ll see you soon.” My fingers linger on her shoulder for a moment before parting, an energy still crackling between us. That energy lingers too, even as I walk from hard wood to damp tile, and she walks from door to door.”

— K. Brennan, half finished thoughts

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“She puts her hands on my skin, and suddenly I don’t feel so broken or alone anymore. I feel like a woman — even if I’m only a woman in the way our kind can be.

But what’s so wrong with that? Why is it so strange to exist as I am, to be one of my own kind? I think I’ve learned that I quite like being such an unusual woman. I don’t know if I could have survived this life as any other.”

— K. Brennan, half finished thoughts

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10 Years Later

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i can’t raise the dead

G-d knows i’ve tried

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Worthless

can i get uhhhhh late night depression/anxiety/i fucking hate myself driven poetry

#my poetry* #idk if the beginning fits but its what was pounding in my head #thjs the kinda shit that isnt good its just hastily written during a breakdown so i can like. let it all out #but idk here it is i guess i wanna save more of my poems instead of hating them from now on

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This Is Erosion

I’m usually not one to write super long poems AT ALL but this one literally won’t fit on tumblr. I tried putting it in a text post, tried putting the text on images and then uploading those, but there’s no way to fit all of it. So, it’s in a google doc if you’re interested in reading.

CW: allusions to self harm, blood, gore, csa, pedophilia, rape, victim blaming, trauma, idek. Lots.

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(please don’t) remember to write back

I hope everything worked out for you I hope you’re okay and being kind to yourself

And I hope other people are being kind too because you’ve done nothing to deserve the cruelty you’ve been shown

In brutal honesty (which I try to maintain in my writing) I dislike a few things about you Quite a few actually I’m not sure I can be your friend right now Or maybe ever

But I hope you find people who make you happy to wake up and happy to have existed at all

I hope you’re able to scavenge and pull something from the ashes I hope you learn to love yourself and see that you are a human being deserving of love and support and passion

I hope you get where you’re going that everything works out and that the chaos living inside you quiets

I hope mine does too

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To The Guy Who Hit On Me In The Airport Bar

I’m tired of the lines “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” Such an assumptive question Yes, I have fallen from on high And yes, it hurt But I am not an angel

I have no halo, no wings And no desire to speak to you I’m just a woman Who decided to crawl on top of a commercial jet plane before take off

I honestly don’t know how they didn’t notice me As I hoisted myself onto the wings Stopped to pound on the window and terrorize a passenger Before sinking my claws into the thick metal as I scaled the structure

I sat in lotus position atop her for the entire 14 hour trip Feeling the mist settle on my skin from each cloud we flew through Letting out blood curdling shrieks whenever I remembered where I was And looked down to see nothing

Yes, it hurt When I lost my grip, my balance, right as we were preparing to land And fell From the terrifying sky bird That you call An airplane

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Message For Those Who’ve Failed Me In Floor Level Square Rooms

Does the pain ever fade?

Does the loss?

Through growth and time everything fades

The vines growing on the side of that old brick building wither and die

The fire around your heart will fall to ash

The blood pouring from that wound will clot and scab and one day, it will heal

I know this to be true

What doesn’t fade or falter is the repercussions of everything you’ve done

A stone cannot be un-thrown

And you can do nothing about the infinite ripples in these waters

A rose’s thorns

Coffey stains on glass tables

Thunder rolling through the night

And more

More

More

Your sins will stay with you.

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TO MY LONG DISTANCE LOVER // 2018

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BUTCH IS A BEAUTIFUL THING // 2018

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