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Didn’t mean to– and no this isn’t a sorry. I wasn’t trying to come off like

that, rude. I–It’s just, connecting is really hard, especially when you feel

alone. I didn’t stop trying though, maybe not hard enough. See, I use to think I

was afraid of connecting to people, now I’m just scared of them leaving. Why

wasn’t the connection strong enough to stay?

— Day Sibley

Cardiac Arrest

June 7, 2017

vibrating body
waves of light
suspended air
disorient sounds
this is what it feels like to die.

— day sibley, cardiac arrest 

A Woman’s Worth

The greatest sin the world forbids a woman to do, is love herself.

See, she is the wife before she is an  individual. The mother  who

cares for herself last. Someone’s sister or aunt. She never belongs

to herself. God forbid she does.

— Day Sibley, A Woman’s Worth

Para mamá

Why do you mess everything up?!

The welts from your belt turned into authorial fist

I wanted you dead for a long time now. Perhaps I

still do.

 

I should have aborted you!

You thought I took something from you the moment

I grew into your womb. Maybe you should have, as I

don’t see the point in living if I want to be dead.

 

Leave then, I don’t care where you go!

I don’t know everything in the world, but if

I can survive the Hell you gave me, walking on

eggshells in my own home perhaps what the world will do is nothing.

 

I love you baby.

You’re the reason why I second guess those

words anytime it flies out of someone’s mouth.