If You Give A Chicken Acid...

I try to make something beautiful of my pain, but sometimes I just have to sit with it. Sometimes all you can do is sit with it.

defeating myself

i unclench my fists. 

my skin takes a gasp of

breath. begs for a release

from this constant tension. 

i release the weakness 

that lives inside me. turn away.

~K.T.

monozygotic

(ione meraki 2024)

There is a poem scratched onto the walls of my throat. No one has ever heard it, but it is there.

Kai Cheng Thom

@trash-ainu and @constancya

I don’t need therapy. I need my husband (archive of our own) to return from war (the server is currently down) and come home to his devoted wife (an ao3 user who was in the middle of reading a gay sex scene). it’s been almost two years (20 minutes) since he (ao3) has been taken from me

this isn't abandonment.

I will go I will not be gone I will be where you are

object constancy

trust yourself trust me trust

Phoenix

I’m trying to be what I’ve never been please don’t wipe these droplets away I’m crying for someone other than me can we just let them fall where they may Today I’ve tears enough for the world help me remember that love is to share I’ve been cold and numb for far too long and fear I may have forgotten to care God If you hear me, make me a phoenix I’ve been selfish these many long years I will cry a river, or an ocean if need be if You’ll place healing love in my tears

Poems are just word structures, sometimes devoid of poetry. Poetry goes far beyond words. Images are words too... Poetry is how we use these images.

it’s hiding, just behind my eyes

i cannot call it a creature, for 

it has no face, no limbs, not 

even a heart. it is just a shadow. 

a lingering memory that disappears

whenever i focus too hard. 

~K.T.