Category: Thorns of Reality
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Masking Differently
Broken, barren, fallen, time holds no space for those who are different. Being autistic has been a string of experiences attached to threads of torture. It was never meant to be such, our wheel spun us so we can spread beauty through our divergence. But time has long opposed us,…
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Bee
I have seen this strange feeling growing inside again. Sparks of divination and alchemy of souls. A union foretold and a devastating departure. Sometimes people come in our life to remind us that we are worthy of love and companionship. You came into my life for a fleeting moment and…
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Thorns:
Wicked are the thorns and that which they give. Life’s essentials that tear the garments covering our naked bodies. The body that has remained hidden and the scars that hide beneath my skin. A matter of seconds and the clothes are stripped, my skin porcelain and my soul luminescent. I…
