Genderqueer "fourth wave" feminist. Polyamorous glitter punk. they/em/glit/glitter/he/him ~ Poet. Kinky & Critical. Survivor. paintaf.com
I cracked open my shell
Like an egg on the shelf
The whole light broke through
Of who I used to
The internet can make you believe some crazy things. Like how staring at the sun will lead to enlightenment, now I just have blind spots in my focal points and I am too ashamed to talk to a doctor about it.
What if becoming a writer required becoming a girl again; listening to these angelic (voices/vibes) learning how to sing their magnificent songs?
What if stars never lost their twinkle?