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Flight Risk by love-me-choey, literature

Flight Risk

I felt it in my bones that night The pangs to run away The chirping birds, at 5 am They begged me not to stay So starry-eyed, so heavy-tongued So trapped within my head I’d fought and flailed and torn my sheets Set fire to my bed My frenzied heart is leaping flames Too hot to keep inside I packed my bags alone that night As cold as if I’d died How did I even find this place? My discipline was stern I lost myself in wild touch Dumb Girl, you’ll never learn Frenetic and delirious Thank God, the road is long When I am miles away from here You’ll tell me I was wrong You’ll tell me to spit out my words When mouth and

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STOCTOBER 2022!!! by Null-Entity, journal

STOCTOBER 2022!!!

Aug 5, 2022

So it's that time again Stocktober 2022 is just around the corner!! Stock... in October.. IN place of INKTober.. STOCKTOBER! :P So here is how it works. I will shoot stock (hopefully some with Lyndsay as well now we are shooting the duo stock shoot!!) for each daily theme and post them. https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/village-of-stocktober-shoot#/ (This is where you start)....From the 1st of October all the way to and including the 31st I will post a new image every day... Sketch/draw/paint/Pose a 3D Model or do whatever visual art style you want from that stock image/pose. Complete as many as you want/can and post them tagging me/my account and #Stocktober or #Stocktober2022 in the description or title so I can see it, the same goes for other sites, twitter/insta etc. At the end of the month I will collect them all together/you send me them all and there will be prizes for levels of completion. **NOTE Entry Closes on November 5th for the count so you do have a few days to catch

raised a girl by raido-ehwaz, literature

raised a girl

i was raised a girl by well-meaning generations and wounded dreamers. i was raised a girl by inevitable justifications and greedy schemers. i was raised a girl always too good a student for my own good— so i smile in the face of anger remain patient as if my life depended on it; so i listen to all sides and hide my unease when none listen to me; so i give because i have so much and never ask because i need nothing more. if i want more i couldn't say, so instead of demanding change i find it's easier to leave, leaving wounds that harden into ever thickening skin. i was raised a girl: my girl skin now so thick i can postpone feeling anything. now, i’m no girl. all of this is just an ingrained, stubborn stain that may fade but never go away, like a bloody heart on my sleeve. no, i'm no girl, but somewhere deep within me is a cell with a child inside who, when I open her cage, looks up at me and smiles bravely; yet somehow I know that when I close that door again she’ll