I write (& tweet & talk) about privilege, comics, mental health, advocacy, prepping, misogyny, anything Gillian Anderson, tarot, tv and the futility of life.
gazing into the back of my skull
i am a skinned animal
will the scavengers feed on my body?
we are sure we are rigid
our beliefs carved into flesh
made stone by the expectations of others
yet each moment we are transformed
we are new again
a fresh sheet of paper
a crisp winter’s dawn