bisexual, any pronouns, disabled, white, twenties | playing dice with my small corner of the universe | reblogs from @diceystealstheinternet
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Thoughts On Coming Out
Thoughts on coming out
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What I thought would happen, or, what happened every other damned time I tried to tell you:
Sit in the pit of my stomach
Get stuck in the tunnel of my throat
Lodge in the chasm of my mouth
Prickle and weigh on my tongue
Press against the blockade of my teeth
And finally,
Mangled and aching,
Shredded and bleeding,
Pummeled and pulsing,
Emerge
Changed
On my lips
Like cracked skin and warm breath
As words.
The wrong fucking words.
What actually happened:
I said it, downplayed it.
You dismissed me, and kissed me.
You still want me. You don't know me.
The response too easy; now I'm waiting for it to sink in.
How the hell do I show it, own it, glow with it
When I don't feel any
Pride.
You didn't listen.
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AKB 2019
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Day 4: Freeze. Couldn't get this out of my head today.
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Bright noise, Loud lights flash.
Freeze! Hands up, Down on the ground.
Mess of cops and kids.
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Day 3: Bait. To reel 'em in. Another poem to go with my sketch and I'm falling for Inktober. Hook, line, and sinker.
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My heart on a hook,
Such sweet bait to catch a crook.
My soul on a string.
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AKB 2019
Day 4: Freeze. Couldn't get this out of my head today.
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Bright noise, Loud lights flash.
Freeze! Hands up, Down on the ground.
Mess of cops and kids.
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AKB 2019
Day 8: Frail. Except nah, frail has too much of weakness in it for me, so actually let's use fragile instead. Because breakable doesn't mean broken, and broken doesn't mean unfixable. Not so much a Plot Twist as a loop-the-loop going on with the haiku. And yep, it's late for Inktober! Start where you can, stories are circles.
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HELL yeah I'm fragile.
As a fucking FREIGHT TRAIN, girl.
Made brittle by rust.
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AKB 2019
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Fireworks in Space
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Speak pride to power:
Show truth and love and magic;
Into the void, let colour flow
Where once only lies tried to fill the vacuum.
There is no air here.
We bring our own oxygen, and enough to share.
You try to set us on fire,
We laugh and burn and fizz and dance,
We are the sparks,
You gave us fuel.
Fool.
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AKB 2019