#cacophony

“Shall I begin to write again or shall I dismiss every urge of untethered scribbling? These poems inside me are like hundreds of lost souls screaming to be reborn, but every so often I play safe and let them fall on deaf ears. Why am I taunted—why am I so anxious to write again as if confronting my words is searing my flesh? How is it possible for something that saved me to feel perilous now? Perhaps the world has become more fallible and aggressive that it seems everyone doesn’t run out of things to attack or argue about, so I fear that expressing may only take part in this relentless cacophony.

I pray I can begin to write again with confidence of soaring, never looking down to cautiously probe what could go wrong—to be possessed by the same freedom that once raised me from my doom and dread.”

obsessed with paris paloma's entire discography, but one that stood out to me was "last woman on earth" from the cacophony album.

I've heard so many takes on the 'man or bear' discourse, and this piece of art is my favorite response. it speaks of a woman whose dying wish is to finally be respected.

I've heard of so many cases where men have violated even the deceased. this song feels like an outcry from the daughters of those victims.

she says she'd rather be with the bears, be burned, or be scattered in the oceans—anything rather than be buried in a grave where men can still find her. she'll get tattoos so her body will be considered 'ruined,' because only then will they leave her alone.

she says if you love her, wait for her body to turn blue and decay, so she'll finally be undesirable again. so that even in death, her body is still hers.