loneliness
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I dreamt he walked around the corner…And when his eyes found mine,we froze there for a moment,eyes already brimming with tearsbefore either of us could speak. Not from sorrow,but from recognition. We ran to each otherlike two lost things finally returned.Arms wrapped tight enoughto hold back time itself. Familiarity I hadn’t tasted in far, far…
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🖤 Hi, my friends. Here are Chapters 9 & 10 of Feral Feminine Philosophy. These two chapters might be two of my favorites. Deeply personal… yet so, so relatable for nearly all (especially women). These chapters explore melancholy, emotional depth, overstimulation, modern addiction, loneliness, and the quiet ache many people carry beneath the surface of…
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This poem tears apart the illusion that weight gain equals happiness. Beneath a “healthy” body might be something starved, hollow, and quietly decaying—an inner life no one bothers to see. Dark, raw, and unapologetic, it exposes the cost of being visibly fine while starving inside.
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Not all famines strike the belly. Some live beneath the ribcage, where marrow aches for what it’s never given.
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