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Shot off into space, the message coasts on rays emitted from the sun, radiating out deep into the cosmos. Ones and zeros, carefully contained in individual photons, rising and falling in the waves of black. The message dances through space, ducking and diving and swirling around. Jumping from place to place, shifting from wave to […]
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My heart races, thumping a staccato rhythm through my chest. My palms slicken and sweat seeps through the fibres of my t-shirt. Mum and dad sit across the dining table from me. Our dirty plates sit in front of us almost cleared of the meat and three-veg that was mum’s specialty. I had barely tasted […]
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So here we are at last, our final dinner taken ‘neath dripping, blurry candlelight Across the table, through the sandstorm, you seek my eye Words are grains of sand, falling Words that have already met with silence For the sake of an easy farewell when before you rose from my arms and were gone … […]
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Dig. That’s the first thing they say to me, When I wake in that muddy field, Dig. They press a shovel to my chest, It’s rough wood, heavy and cruel in my new hands. Dig. They say once more, I do not know anything else but – Dig. The earth had birthed […]
Continue ReadingBetween F and M And warnings that Deviation May betray my safety in certain countries, I choose ‘other’, Unspecified, Undetermined. I *am* other. I am outside and both And nothing all at once and Fluctuating // deviating From expectations: From the ‘safe’ route. X is who I am. I am willing to forfeit my ease […]
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Anxious. Nauseous. Terrified. Do I cancel? Nice pants and a button up. Big black combat boots. My nice underwear; the ones with dinosaurs on them, neon red and black; make my arse look phenomenal. Most realistic packer. Strap-on in the backpack. Just in case. Black eyeliner. A gold chain? No chain. A ring. Or two. […]
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I The body I call home isn’t mine. Nor was it ever, it was destined to be deemed public property And handled with such disregard for its being Measured solely by its desirability details And the displeasing flaws that draw the eye The strangers eye is one of assessment With it only to judge your […]
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You hide you sins in long sentences, and yet you beg me not explode. If you do not hide your lies, you may turn your back – I will, I promise thee, not explode. Tensions bleed through air and suffocate the innocent, Words not understood nor said by those who will suffer them, they plea – not […]
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You’ve probably heard the age-old stereotype that queer people love horror. This is usually the part where I say that’s a gross generalisation, but since I am a queer person who is a little too obsessed with horror media, I am not helping in dispelling that rumour. ‘Why do queer people love horror so much?’ […]
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A long feast of leaves and crawling in the garden. Hands big and curious scoop me up, Into a jar smudged with dirt. I hear fantasies of colourful wings and sunshine. Months of this, I’m so hungry for change. I don’t care if it will hurt. I wrap myself in silk. Dissolving, Reforming, Clawing my […]
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