“No,” Amy shook her head, “I can do it myself.” After having been so weakly dependent on Jimmy, then a winter of mummified dependence on Leanne, Amy relished doing everything herself.
June 22, 2015
How frequently and how tragically does the wounded feminine whore herself for the wounded masculine, giving over entirely to the illusion of acceptance, comfort, and consistency from the patriarchy.
This year, I light all of the candles. I open the windows. I let everything fall in disarray. The earth could tumble around me and I wouldn’t know, because what leaks from my palms and into the pen is from 10,000 moons ago, when my crown was brand new. My vena cava was polished, beating, warm.