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Loss

How you wrapped me in your disdain

How you enlaced me with the metal of your rage

How my feathers dug into my meat for your love

How my flesh sprang blood for your affection

How I bruised under your care

Your scorn fortifying the links in the chains you built to protect me

How could I still fly when I was saved

How could I still move when I was freed

I don't know

But I will stretch into the soft dew of the morning

I will spread what is left of my wings even though they ache

I will be patient with my broken body

I will heal

I will fly for the first time

It is good that they killed you

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You don't attach yourself to illness. You work to create space for your identity within the massive void of illness. To identify the self without the illness is to lie.— Iris (@violetly.bsky.social) September 16, 2024 at 3:57 PM

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Categorizing disabled people into either the Strong or the Weak, helps discard us. The Strong will be fine either way without intervention, because they have magical powers. The Weak are basically dead already so you can ignore them. Heck, you can help murder them.— Iris (@violetly.bsky.social) Sep 6, 2024 at 1:26 PM

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Sleeping in Pain

When you're asleep and in pain, your body doesn't know which thing is happening -whether it is asleep or it is in pain or this is a new pain for the doctor in the morning or an emergency for now and requires waking up or an old pain that feels new or a dream about the pain or a dream breaking to feel the pain and restarting once you see the pain is outside and it is not the dream- Am I still sleeping?

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New Post for members and supporters.

New Tier: angels are aliens with wings

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Dots of light find my eyes in the near dark  Eerie glows from a time that doesn't connect Vague pains, cramps, fatigue Stillness in my body But the fingers These fingers Typing now Waiting For signals Signals waiting for emotions Emotions waiting for words

Pausing

Thinking

Breath

What is the world that light is from  What ship from what space What planet sent the thing that connects me to you When I've never met you Will never meet you

My nose is itching My arm is itching

It's neuralgia

I'd like to meet with you I'd like to sit with you

We probably had similar childhoods Similar parents They did their best

There's pain everywhere I don't notice it anymore  Until I do

There's music playing I'm lying on my rug I can feel my toes I can move them That's good

Everywhere is itching Everywhere is cramping  The blue lights keep finding my eyes

The neighbour's dog is barking  The fan feels louder than it's ever been

I don't like the itching