
Author: Staggered Desires


Good Luck Daisy
I normally don’t buy daisies on purpose because they remind me of an ex best friend who wore a good-luck daisy clip in her hair.
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Part Poetic, Part Primal
A pill, a choice, a change, a little spice, something new, something to do.
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Does this look like a heart?
I’ve finally landed on a place to live—a state with great job opportunities, lots of nature, all four seasons, high walkability score, no state income tax, and legal lettuce.
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Fullness of Form
It’s been ages since I’ve had a mind-blowing orgasm. Mostly it’s been a splintered pleasure where I cum while half in my body and half outside it, a single toy under the blankets, an ear perked up listening for chirps from the digital door. A gilded cage is what it felt like, the past few weeks I shared a gilded cage with others.

Write for Me
I’ve never been one for plotting outlines or charting character arcs. I’m a writer, not a planner, which, ironically, is my poetry and my pain-point.
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Strange Place to Be
Every morning
after the atelier
I descend on my day

The Concept of Time
Through rose colored glasses
you watched me walk
walking on stained glass

Are You Happy?
My goal was never to lead a happy life, but rather to lead a peaceful one. I don’t need things or people to “make me happy.”
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Naked with Other Women
Today I visited an onsen in Yokosuka and omg, I will never recover from the healing, mysticism, and embodiment I experienced!
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Behind the Curtain
I think the most rebellious thing a woman like me can do in this society is acquire knowledge.
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Frozen Strawberry
I never meant for you to know me, never meant to let you in.
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House Hunting
“Tell me what you want and I’ll make sure my wife gets it for you.”
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w/ Great Power
I’ve decided to reframe things I want to accomplish as challenges instead of goals.
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A Year in Rope
At the beginning of 2022, I was in a bad way. It became impossible to avoid certain truths as my body refused to be numb any longer. Suddenly, I was drowning in emotions—grief, shame, remorse, plus my usual dose of melancholy.
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