avocado press

(poet's note: trigger warning. References to emotional abuse, suicide and gender dysphoria.) I keep my curtains open so I can see the sky...

My grandmother is old. Gleaming bars at every staircase and a seat in the shower old. A tall woman, though - she wears big mama...

Light is like a weed. It can grow anywhere, Light or dark. It can crawl up the walls covered in the shade of death. Light can grow...