A Different Kind Of Damaged

I can only sit and observe the winding streets of your hurt.

The Tightest Bud

This world is not for the Otherkin to be coupled with Humans.

Displaced energy you disrupt the synergy of life with your anger and separated strife.

At 1379 Milepost, Delta Junction, Alaska, is a religious commune with a history of horror.

Thinking of home I am a Universal vagabond with my heart strapped on

In the hovering bowels of mysticism where the cynics hang their hats, she waits to be acknowledged.

You are constantly encountering moments being sunk into an abyss of dark absence.

A struggle between solitude and longing unfolds, reflecting deep emotional pain and a desire for escape.

I'm on the outside bright color peacock spreading; I own my street, a path forced discreet by tainted company.

My lids are heavy. My brain churns thoughts. I run for home, spooning with dog. Exhaustion. I am aggressive and stalwart.

Closing the spaces I once shared. Closing the trust I once spared.