Intimacy on the internet is madness but we try our best anyways
Personal poems from the intimate dungeons of my madness aka I caught feelings
I rarely write intimate or personal poems. Most of them are about my work, oftentimes The Work aka decolonizing. They are often digesting the great well of emotions and empathy I have for others and the grace I try to show myself for my place in this world. But the Cancerian energy racing through this lifeblood does not like to get emotionally vulnerable about me, especially on the internet.
But after being read for FILTH by Sassy Scorpion Tarot on Youtube today… and sending crazy vulnerable voicenotes to people who I feel close to… I will now be sharing TWO personal poems I hoarded to myself. WILD, I know.
Because of the different emotional setting to these works, I will be choosing to make them at least feel more private by giving selective access to paid subscribers! Free subscribers will still be able to redeem their one paid post here though! But I can’t just be crying on the internet, easy access, ya know?
Edit: there will be no real tears involve unless i eventually share the voice recording of me reading “Seed. Child. Middle” because reading her makes me cry without out fail.
Edit EDIT: Almost ALL my poems and short stories make me cry LMAO
Without ado, here’s that paywall break. I look forward to getting deeper with you. I imagine that becoming realer about my feelings and allowing them to be felt is just as much a part of liberation as everything else i do, too. LE SIGH.
Okay, see ya below besties.
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