I was drawn to the sunshine in the back garden
as the tightness in my chest
and the stinging in my eyes
took over once again
still no pay
still no job offer
a very empty fridge
killer of the local bees
"writing is listening to your heart and taking notes"
I was drawn to the sunshine in the back garden
as the tightness in my chest
and the stinging in my eyes
took over once again
still no pay
still no job offer
a very empty fridge
killer of the local bees
pupils pulsating
with the beat of his heart
focusing on mine
but darting
left to right
left to right
like sex
I forced my creativity
setting aside hours in the day
to shoot half a roll of film
which resulted in
satisfaction with just a few
accidental
organic photographs
I’m currently amidst an emotional coma
my physical body is playing her part
laughing when she’s supposed to
submitting when duty calls
I love wearing socks
as much as I love
my barefeet
to the earth
I love being pantless
as much as I love
my features being accentuated
in a skin tight skirt
I love being naked
as much as I love
layering baggy clothes
over my bare skin
women were invented
long before clothes
don’t ever say
she was asking for it
a month ago
I tried to write my story
I never could’ve imagined
where I’d be today
we’ve been shaken at our core
wearing nothing but our underwear
the only article of clothing left
before utmost vulnerability