my sharpened bones are not meant to cast a shadow for weak people to seek safety in. i am not flattered by your obsession. there is nothing here in this capitalistic world that you can sell me. i dont want your 6 figure life. my body- my mind is not a metaphor but sometimes i pretend that it is so that i can be understood. when im bleeding, or aching, or laying in the arms of an athiest, thats when i feel closest to God. this catherdal inside of me is cracked and stained. the birds are welcomed. the light is welcomed. the men are welcomed.i use the internet in the wrong way. as a spell book. incantations from my fingertips used to summon you. im not explaining. i am not here to create "content" but still you can romantize it all. even the rot. especially the rot. i am no longer trying to be understood. i am free. as far as honesty goes... i will lie as long as it teaches you something real. as long as you let me. ive told you lies just to see if i can exist inside of you. you didnt even flinch. my body is not where i find my confidence-that comes from my mind-but you can watch me cut my hair, dye it, grow it out, ruin it. God is following me on x.com on a burner account i think. if you arent addicted to me go home. you will miss me when you realize there is no other girl out there praying for your safe return from the sea. mid orgasm. i light these candles for protection but still ride in the truck of men who smell like damnation. you like me better natural, thats why i never am. i was born during this war against women. against feminity. i have survived by performing like a spy in enemy territory. i post like a witch whispers spells. i seduce like im setting a trap. i cry in front of you and make you wish you were the one that caused it. i weaponize the cage before it cages me. i am not asking to be loved gently. i dont think Jesus likes what men have done to women.