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Siren
Siren
Even in the abyss there lies beauty
Desire
Labeled lethal
Singing men out to the sea
Uncomfortable with their self-reflection on the waters surface.
They hunt down trepidation unsettled by their own depths
Only thirsting for more
Drowning
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Infertile Lands
My conscience is closed off
I need sleep
Sundew depletes the last glimmer of hope
I bound and adhere myself together like the endometriosis that infiltrates my shell
We are all Ignorant to the law of life blood
Watching the world go by as I am casted out to the edge of the sea
Somatic memories from menarche still linger
My body is like a parasite insidious like mistletoe
The cactus has been exsanguinated and what was the cost?
Only
Cordyceps
Feed off me
(The art I made inspired from my journey with highly suspected endometriosis. Too many people born assigned female at birth have this terrible disease. It can cause terrible periods, chronic pelvic pain, infertility, and many more complicated symptoms. I just want to make clear I am okay, endometriosis and/chronic pelvic pain is just a lot.
Art is made by me!β¨π¨ποΈ
Just a call away
I am sorry
Sheβs gone
The person you have reached is currently unavailable
Beyond unreachable
From staring too long into the void
It's kinda scary that sleeping on the wall while her friend is getting eaten by house centipede...
Revisited
I keep coming back here
Back to this place
Waiting for treatment
Awaiting my fate
Will I get better?
How long will I wait?
All there is to want
Is all I have to face
A fragment
Too late?
In this body I feel like
a lone inmate
Grackle Grackle
Pretty dainty black bird
Not quite a raven nor quite a crow
Still quite the songbird
And feathers with a glow
Grackle, Grackle
Tell me your life lessons
And everything you know