Taciturn

Taciturn

Tiny flower

I ask of you

is it meekness or weakness that makes a mind that can’t be spoken?

Perhaps I’m a little too docile

Living amongst the shadows of the giving tree

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!✨🎨🖌️

Wild Medicine

I swear I can only breathe weed

I’m stuck do not make me plead

Alien flowers

Give me the power

Once I Exhale I will finally be freed

I want to be clear as day that I used ai for the background. That being said the overlay is from my alarm every morning (trying to cut back on smoking weed) and it is Mostly me standing there. The head and torso are me to be exact but the legs and partly arms are not mine (that’s kinda a morbid thought. it also made my arms way too long lmfao). I don’t think I will use ai for many more of my photos but I really liked how this one turned out.

The Poetry is always mine of course 🩶

Fae

Nymph by the water

Hear the Buzzing in the trees

You were given Wings

To fly back to your daughters

Under the Bridge

Scared to fall down

Or to drown

But what scares most around

Is lie I keep telling myself

“It’s merely water under the bridge”

So I am sorry to any one who liked the original poem more. It was my least favourite one and I personally felt it didn’t capture the feeling I wanted.

In Hiding…

Worn Thin

The hermit hides

Hidden away

Always planning for the worst

Doomsday