Updated: Sep 10, 2023
I hope when my daughters grow up their voices drown mine out as they shout from the rooftops
I hope they grow up to be furious and loud
I want their voices to carry across the expanse and overtake the hum of indifference
Drown out the evil that wishes to pack them in boxes, pluck out their eyes and tear them limb from limb
For they are my daughters
Sometimes consistency doesn't work. We forget that the routines we build are arbitrary and abstract. I've spent months on end working out every morning, engaging in hobbies, putting away the laundry.
"I am not here to judge you, only to molest you Strip you of your dignity Crack open your chest and let your vitality spill on the floor I am the curtain and there is nothing but a man behind me I emp