Substance

Subordination doesn’t mean not

standing up for oneself

does it?

it can’t

making oneself understood

is an art form

i never mastered and

if I did, it was in

another lifetime

I vaguely remember. The

ashes surround me, they

tickle my nose and

everyone can see how

dusty they’ve made me

I bathe in them daily. the

abuse and the

magic that helped me

dissociate long enough to

survive

consume me

alive