Punk TrasH B0y

as the darkness seeped in, 

i whispered to myself that it would all be okay. 

the shark-skinned brothers danced around me

 like a demented little freakshow.

i cried out for help

                but no one would listen. 

they screamed out my name

and i tried to scream back.

red cliffs burned like a sacrificial hearth.

         blazing smokestacks and blackened pipelines. 

i wake up to the steady drumbeats of my heart.

the woman in white stands at the doorway.

she asks if i’m ready to confess..

                                      no.

                                                of course i’m not. 

but i do, so that the shark-skinned brothers don’t visit me again. 

                                  and i’m send to my grave

                                                 for those crimes

Artist Paints the Universe and Nature into Black Women’s Hair

“Is that person angry at me or is my perception of reality distorted?”

“Is that person avoiding me  or is my perception of reality distorted?”

“Is this situation dangerous or is my perception of reality distorted?”

“Does that person have bad intentions or is my perception of reality distorted?”

“Am I bothering that person or is my perception of reality distorted?”

“Did that person ignore me or is my perception of reality distorted?”

finally finished! BPD BLUES is a 28-page zine about my experiences with bpd and advice for borderlines and non-borderlines alike