is that a dead bird outside my windo...
ohh, shit, there's a hole in the screen–
a tiny, feline-sized hole. i coulda swore i closed that thing.
felix?
spss spss spss.
feeeeliiiiix.
spss spss spss.
my boy would answer me if he could hear me. he always answers me.
flix!
s-p-s-s.
sixteen years, man, and this is how you wanna go?
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
Political Thirty-Three
Inevitable? A woman named Good is lost. Unforgivable. * Note: I don't think that I have to explain this one to anyone noting recent news, but I have included a video link below for future generations who can still feel empathy and compassion for someone who got caught up in history. And I was just too angry to say more with this piece.
By Kendall Defoe 4 days ago in Poets
Comments (2)
Oh nooooo Feeeeeeeeeeeelix!!!
Oh, Felix. This is true stream of consciousness down to the spss.