Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...
You are incurable
Because you are your own disease...
They all are impatient to unleash their canine...
They are burning to bite, devour...
There are no bite marks on his apple.
His toys are still in their boxes...
Hardcore feminism
in all aspects...
Life is such...
We can dance...
This world, these words,
these concrete foundations of temporality...
Whatever to others we do,
whether in the scale of “so many” or a...
Do not become better than them
to prove you are better...
i don't remember the last
time i broke down, crying over...
Without contrast we
could not see. blindness is the...
When was a question a question,
when was a clue...