I was just thinking about someone else touching you and now I can’t decide on whether I want to break their hands or my own.
We don’t talk anymore and you don’t seem to care.
You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.
“women are weaklings!”
i’m strong enough to carry
your corpse to the woods
this haiku is my favorite haiku
if i ever see any of you in public, the code is
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