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I slipped into the alley for some divine reflection—a smoke break.
Pain is evidence of growth. The ache means we’re changing. And everyone is capable of change. Even me.
But we reinvent ourselves, don’t we? We keep trying because transformation is survival,
Nothing prepares you for the cruel wet red of an open wound. A second mouth. Demonic.
Yes, my God is a They, too powerful for one person or one gender or any category mere mortals could ever understand.
people like us start smoking so we can have excuses to take deep breaths.
were born with electricity in our hearts, the divine flame. When we die, we return to the elements. Ashes to fucking ashes.
White supremacy is like wet rot—hiding deep inside, insatiable, and utterly destructive, disguised very well until it falls in on itself.
Only the broken can break others.”
“Being tough is easy. Compassion is hard.”
Hail Mary. Holy Ghost, give me a break, for fuck’s sake.
Naked except for our jewelry and manicures. Champagne too warm to drink, lipstick-smeared glasses on the dresser.
Obsession kept me going.
