Ariana GonBon
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29yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men.
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Blood-damp Hair
She walked him to the edge of the ocean and made him kneel. The water barely reached them to kiss their knees. She brought his hands up to his hair and helped him ring out the blood that contained memories of her. Of the first time she told him she loved him, of the first nice thing he said to her, of the private thoughts of each other. He wrung it out until he didn’t remember why anymore and by that time she had already started to take over. She did so until his hair was dry, frizzing under her sweaty palms. She smiled at him, a kind stranger, and told him it was all done. His unrecognizing eyes believed her, so he stood up and walked away to find his shoes. She didn’t watch him leave.
By Ariana GonBon8 months ago in Poets
Call On Your Gods
You can call up your gods now. I called on Coyolxauhqui. I asked why she wanted to kill her pregnant-out-of-wedlock mother. What did she care of the accidental pregnancies? Why was she the one who needed to be killed by her own newborn brother fathered by a feather? She was looking for the answer herself in the programming that brought together her hologram body, both of us rifling through the malicious twists of Spaniard quills.
By Ariana GonBon8 months ago in Poets
Shattering Flowers
Dude, why THE FUCK WOULD YOU GET ME FLOWERS. YOU SAID YOU WILL NEVER FORGIVE ME. YOU CALLED ME DESPICABLY CRUEL. YOU HAVE RUINED ME. I HAVE RUINED YOU. I HAVE RUINED YOU AND I AM NOT SORRY. I RUINED YOU TO SAVE MYSELF. I WAS DISAPPEARING INTO YOU. I WAS BEING ENGULFED AND I WAS SUFFOCATING. I TRIED TELLING YOU IN QUIET AND YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME SO THIS IS ME TELLING YOU IN LOUD. SOMEWHERE IN MY HEART I AM SORRY. ONE DAY I HOPE YOU REALIZE THAT THIS WAS NOT ONLY MY FAULT. ONE DAY I WILL GET RID OF THE TWINGE IN MY BACK TELLING ME TO KEEP TYPING. I DON’T LOVE YOU. I DON’T LOVE YOU. I DON’T LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU DESPERATELY. I LOVE MYSELF MORE THAN I LOVE YOU. I LOVE MY SELF MORE THAN I LOVE YOU. I LOVE MYSELF MORE THAT I LOVE YOU. YOU TOLD ME TO PRIORITIZE MYSELF AND EACH TIME I TOLD YOU THAT IF I DID SO THEN I WOULD NO LONGER BE IN A RELATIONSHIP BUT I WAS CHOOSING TO LOVE YOU MORE THAN ME AND I HAVE NOW CHOSEN MYSELF AND YOU ARE UPSET WITH ME TAKING YOUR ADVICE EVEN THOUGH I TOLD YOU EXACTLY WHAT WOULD HAPPEN. I DID THIS. I DID THIS FOR ME. I DIDN’T DO THIS FOR YOU. I DID THIS TO LOVE MYSELF. I WAS TRYING TO GIVE YOU ALL THE LOVE YOU DIDN’T RECEIVE IN CHIDLHOOD AND IT WAS NEVER GOING TO BE ENOUGH FOR YOU. I HATE YOU. I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART. I HATE THAT YOU GOT ME FLOWERS. WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT WHEN THE LAST THING YOU SAID TO ME WAS “DON’T CONTACT ME.” HOW CAN YOU GET MAD AT ME FOR LISTENING TO YOU. I LOVE YOU AND I WANT THE BEST FOR YOU. I LOVE YOU AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO SEE YOU BUT NOT RIGHT NOW. I LOVE YOU AND I DON’T KNOW WHEN IS THE NEXT TIME I WILL WANT TO SEE YOU. I LOVE YOU AND I HATE THAT YOU ARE NOT LIVING YOUR TRUTH. I LOVE YOU. I HATE YOU. I LOVE YOU BUT IT’S NOT HOW YOU WANT. I DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHAT YOU WANT BECAUSE YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHAT YOU WANT. IT IS SO GRATIFYING TO SCREAM EVEN IF IT’S ONLY IN MY HEAD. I THREW YOUR FLOWERS OUT AMONGST SIDEWALK WEEDS. I MIGHT AS WELL HELP LIFE IN THE DEATH OF MY RESPECT FOR YOU. I DON’T RESPECT YOU ANYMORE. I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE. I ONLY WANT THE BEST FOR YOU. I WISH I STILL LOVED YOU. I COULD WISH TO BE WHO YOU WANT ME TO BE, BUT I LOVE MYSELF TOO MUCH TO SACRIFICE MYSELF TO THE ALTER OF YOUR BODY. ASK OTHERS TO DO IT BECAUSE I CAN’T ANYMORE.
By Ariana GonBon8 months ago in Poets
The Flirtation of Eve. Runner-Up in Self-Editing Epiphany Challenge.
Writing about a crochet hook led me to the original sin. When my brother asked me to write a magical realism story starting with a single object, I picked the tool currently in my obsessive everyday use: a crochet hook.
By Ariana GonBon10 months ago in Critique
Coracao. Top Story - August 2024.
Coracao could reach into your chest, remove your heart, and place it in her own. Simple as that - ignoring the carnage of having your chest penetrated by a foreign hand, heart ripped away from your ribs with subsequent massive fucking blood loss, and another heart reconnected to your loose veins. What was her point in switching your hearts?
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Fiction
