[11/19/2025] you know what day it is i had a dream where i was crouched under a table looking for a phone charger but i was really just staying up late my father drank skimmed milk and when i woke up i heard incoherent voices something about a doctor's appointment. the two rushed out of the room and my mother hushed him i stirred through the bed a few times then awoke i opened the door at the same time as my brother and he flinched

[11/2/2025] Did my limbs crunched together they pull in like balled paper then release like cheap stickers i’m barely breathing i can’t feel like i can like i never could like i never would again my lungs raise rapidly but i don’t think it’s reaching my brain i catch myself thinking i can’t wait to forget this and i did

[10/30/2025] Isaiah, Forty ((btw this is about hucklerobby. sigh.)) You seemed so unreachable upon first sight so i reached unreachable meant you couldn’t touch me either. now your hands grip my shoulders as you redirect my weight i felt like a cow being herded by a sheep dog. soft barks, warnings. putting me back on track. my palm goes out to the dog old, weary. your fangs are sharp, however and you bare them when you’re stern and they never bite into anyone but yourself but they can sink into me when i was sat close to you unreachable wasn’t a word it was an impossible concept like defeat, vicious, forget i said take my hand, i can’t. you have to. our weight shifted up for some reason i expected you to stay close but a push came instead of a pull i saw your fangs up close and i finally understood you have no molars.

[10/29/2025] Hearty Meal stress that clouds over my head the urge to hold everything in my hands so i can crush it rage that bubbles like fiery soup ingredients of teeth pumping blood veins jittery clenched jaws icy glares and a rolled head expressing angst to cook a heart with jagged teeth that tears with its hands insults naturally hot to touch and whose favorite word is useless, you’re useless.

[10/4/2025] My Trees Bleed pops in my shoulders arise pops in my hips arise vertigo hits my head as i sit up my gait slights right and my legs bend inward my knees catch fire and i catch nothing My heart beats like it wants escape more than I DO. i wish to be grinded into a paste and scream the whole time Everything I hold falls out of my hands twitches and tremors, i fall to my knees i can’t keep DROPPING EVERYTHING. frustration boils in my chest instead of my head i’m making a face i didn’t want to i want to fall to the ground like i was in my own hands slamming my fists against the ground in frustration screaming crying but if i go down i won’t get back up i’ll stay and my bones will still pop vertigo will still hit my head my knees will still catch fire and my trees will still bleed