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Convoluted Chaos Written for the poetry contest "Things Get Messy" sponsored by @deadofnightpoetry Things in my life are often messy and became so once again very recently, through various factors. If only it were easy to clean up some messes. Twisted vortex of the filthiest words Not the kind which inspire sweat But instead fury, dread, bitterness And perhaps the slightest amount of regret For each word is like a solid right hook Two faces, leaving both battered and bloody The sticky viciousness which hovers in the air An intense fight, yet not a piece betwixt lies muddy Emotions kicked about as freely as yesterday's rubbish Laying in tatters, nothing solved, time marches on depressingly The sour lemony lesson: what to expect when friendships get messy #poetrycontest #poetryoftheday #poemoftheday #poetryprompt #deadofnightpoetry #poem #poetry #darkpoetry #poetrysociety #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #originalpoetry #spilledink #queerpoet #poetryofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #queerpoetsofinstagram #creativewriting #writers #writingcommunity #writersnetwork #writersofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #thingsgetmessy #bpd #thingswewanttosay https://www.instagram.com/p/CNRMbvqlSjL/?igshid=w992qvxs4274

Body is archival cradles each document with softening hands. pleads forlorn forgiveness in serpent tongues. licks the salt of your sweat and stares intently in the tunnels  of your corneas, silten with saline. RETURN. mantra of lightness of being. I was young the first time i dissociated. visual proces sing: a broken elegy.  the strings from my eyes snapped as twigs would when strained by the weight of their absent breath. I held mine still under my tongue, inhale-less into the present. split my psyche in half, learning to face my reflective portraiture. wallhung up intently by the palms of a praying goddess. earthskin tones of intersimulated spellwork simulacrum  prickling my Ego. bending its tendons to toughen. for trauma wounds itself to stay alive. cuts in order to stay breathing. severs nervous system signals. prepares for impact.  if i am then i am Nothing. I return to my neglected wounds with a broken smile. Nostalgia seeping through my pores as rivulets beckon me homeward. Remember the bloodclots left here by your fear. they miss you. dearly. [deep exhale] °•○●○•° healing old trauma and returning to nostalgia has been absolutely groundbreaking. I forgive myself a bit more each day. I push myself to share even my most uncomfortable, vulnerable, raw poems. My journey of unsilencing continues. Stay safe, stay healthy everyone 😁💜💜💜💜🏵 🎤🌐LINK IN BIO TO ALL MY ART! BOOKING NOW 🌐🎤 °•○●○•° #body #poetrycommunityofig #poetrycommunityofinstagram #queerpoetsofcolor #queerpoetsofinstagram #queerpoets #queerart #queer #lgbt #loveislove #snapseed #snapseededit #graphicdesignerlife #graphicdesigncommunity #selfportraitphotography #selfportrait #selfportraits #silence #silenceisviolence #snapseedapp #snapseededitors #bayareapoet #bayareaproducer #aesthetics #innerchildhealing #innerchild #traumarecovery #traumahealing #shadowwork (at UN-silenced) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFIWLzXFiuO/?igshid=gd5o3tj02oo7