the self, in dreams
happy non-binary awareness week :) poem from 2018
one day
i will love the skin i’m in,
the flesh i feel.
i will say
yes, these parts belong to me and now will you love me?
take me for the brokenness i feel
the chaos that burned,
the entire beautiful cosmos
that has broken and rebuilt -
will you take my resilience & hold it like it’s the only of its kind?
hold hands, and embrace the
transcending.
watch, only in wonder,
as i continue pirouette around the sun
and celebrate self-dom.
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There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmas3 days ago in Horror
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