Tuesday, April 14, 2026

…as if I was prey

I offered grace to those who gnawed at it, confusing my softness with weakness, as if I was prey.

I cut them off, my blade simply severed the damage they already inflicted. 

A Bumblebee Sleeps Here

  The seed was there first. Before the roots knew how deep they would reach. Before the stem knew how to follow the sunlight. Before the flo...