Boxes

He said, You’re the most complex person I
know, and I said, Thank you,
I have complex trauma.

If my character is my ADHD,
and my personality is my anxiety,
then yes,

my soul is so
hopelessly opaque and,
when transparent, hopelessly surprising.

I never wanted to be so confusing,
nor less visible than the pixies, nor
a dream in peoples’ minds. It’s

retrieving for
me all my
manic.


first feat. in Nightshade Lit Mag

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