thank you for paying attention—your attention is invaluable, CW—i mention harm & harassment
miracle abound and stress a growing agent, my friends can’t protect me from harassment. i want them to be able to, but the truth is—they can’t—so, collectively, we shrug our shoulders, say sorry, Kamra, throw it up to God hoping a wind soon end. the energy of me woven parallel to my flesh evaporates through tears—hollow & drained—a raw well.
yesterday, i was driving east to meet my contractors. as i merge onto the thruway, the reality of being infested with wounds not my own layers onto the mainframe terrain. my eyes begin to sting and my bottom lip puckers into a child’s sadness over spilled ice cream—an enormous release, i might add.
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