Democracy, Compromised Inside this cave they say no one can see me but next to me is an army of warrioresses preparing for battle in
I resist. Each month. Same day. I know it’s coming. I know the fix. I know how to be comfortable. Still, I resist the comfort.
In the syrupy pool of twisted lies, we are toys that stick to every surface Although on the Inside we are independent, healthy, most important
I am hungry. No breakfast feels sturdy enough, hearty enough to get me through to the mornings these days. I have tried everything, including not
Today I have returned to myself, the weight of your passing, a wound still healing. 30 days have passed. Today, 30 minutes I moved, releasing