glory!

washer

Goodnight my love Remember me as you fall to sleep Fill your pockets with the dust and the memories That rises from the shoes on my feet I won't be back here Though we may meet again I know it's dark outside Don't be afraid Everytime I ever cried from fear Was just a mistake that I made Wash yourself in your tears And build your church On the strength of your faith Please Listen to me Don't let go Don't let this desperate moonlight leave me With your empty pillow Promise me the sun will rise again I too am tired now Embracing thoughts of tonight's dreamless sleep My head is empty My toes are warm I am safe from harm...

Monday, January 12, 2026

DIE STANDING GO DOWN SCREAMING

im harnessing myself and a power. im getting to meet myself.

today was such a good day. but i had a little nap after a good day of class. freezer spell worked. but i dreamt paul came into my room and curled into my bed. i held him, i needed a hug. it felt good but he started kissing my neck. i tried to push him away and he became more aggressive. i pushed him again and felt i couldn't.

he was on top of me now and as he tried to ram me to the wall i kicked him off and he hit the floor. he was crimson red. i went down to him and kicked him some more, i felt horrible. i felt so guilty.

i curled down to him and started trying to hold his face, he pushed me to the ground and tried again. as he did, i managed to free my hands and rip his face apart, kicked him, i bit into his shoulder and ripped the meat off. i killed him so brutally. i tore him apart with my hands and teeth. he was nothing on the floor, pulp. i felt horrible and guilty again.

i woke up.

new guy im seeing we have decided to be friends. we set up rules as we had some coffee. hes very sweet.

next person to try anything funny with me will get the hammer. im protected.

sylvia plath, the bell jar

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

Psalm 18: 6-11

In my distress I called upon the Lord, And cried out to my God; He heard my voice from His temple, And my cry came before Him, even to His ears. Then the earth shook and trembled; The foundations of the hills also quaked and were shaken, Because He was angry. Smoke went up from His nostrils, And devouring fire from His mouth; Coals were kindled by it. He bowed the heavens also, and came down With darkness under His feet. And He rode upon a cherub, and flew; He flew upon the wings of the wind. He made darkness His secret place; His canopy around Him was dark waters And thick clouds of the skies.