“I’m Afraid I Let It Bloom” By: Azia DuPont
I grew up in a white skinned bubble I grew up breasts cupped in a white man’s hands I grew up and the bubble stopped feeling safe I’m still realizing the bubble...
I grew up in a white skinned bubble I grew up breasts cupped in a white man’s hands I grew up and the bubble stopped feeling safe I’m still realizing the bubble...
You ask yourself and you’re not sure what all this is really for you want to sleep but it won’t come your mind is tired but still must...
/sound/ There is no continental noise to xx. Glacial voice elevates between top teeth and soft palate, swallow inbox groans. No matter how hard one tries...
I chewed off my fingers just to impress your interest. Needy – nonstop nourishment, proving nothing. I’m almost certain I digested the vault of broken velocitie...
I want a man who knows That deep yearning for what should be; That desperate desire to be A real Man. Feeling all his life has led up to This moment, The moment...