Quiet

Such a hauntingly beautiful poem and deeply moving. The imagery and emotions are so vivid, capturing a sense of vulnerability and longing.

Thank you, Aaliya 💚💚💚

Give me your brain

It's already being tickled by your thingers.

You're aware you influenced this, right?

I feel honoured that it’s being tickled by my thingers and wait really?

Are you surprised talking about all this calories in spit, being flayed and toxic boys? 😅

I was on my way back home from kindergarten and I got this haunting rhythm and internal dialogue. It took me 1 hour to finish it, including editorials.

Your poems always hit me somewhere I don’t expect.

Where this time?

Colon? Left ear? Amygdala?

Hippocampus

That doesn't sound very good.

I'm a little scared your hippopotamus might bite me in the arse now.

Don’t you forget it.

Never.

Keep writing poems like this one!

Oh. Hey, Ana!

Is that an order?

Let’s say, it’s a friendly reminder that you are doing great work 🤍

🖤🖤🖤

You weave vulnerability and sensuality together so beautifully in this. The questioning pet names throughout…oof.

Thank you, buddy 🖤

Releasing inner daemons once in a while provides such a relief…

I love the way you write about the twilight moments - the moments that fall between one thing and another... There's so much tension to be explored there, and you never disappoint.

I tried to write about non-twilight moments and failed miserably.

That’s why collabs work so good in my case - a little sunny addition to my murk is always welcomed.

I like the murk.