Purple: The color of longing, of the blood in your veins that your heart is pumping, butterflies and all.
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Purple: The color of longing, of the blood in your veins that your heart is pumping, butterflies and all.
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"All the books that I’ve written so far are iterations of the same person learning more about what it means to be a Black trans person."
POETRY
like how A vein of ore will fill a fissure. / like how two plates, pressing, will rise.
MICRO
Nobody would even know.
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We tend to use the word “bitter” to denote taste, temperature, or feeling. Often, though not always, bitterness carries a negative charge, bringing us into proximity with a mostly undesirable set of feelings or experiences.
Maybe this is why people are obsessed with twins: they have a sense of loss, something missing, someone missing.
All to the core you have me bitten, as if I’m the one to suffer from dysentery or rabies.