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quirkyjasper

@quirkyjasper

I was not chosen by faith. I built my own altar from want .

Every word I write is a prayer with a pulse. Every image, a confession that got too loud.

I am author, artist, menace, muse — a good girl with holy intentions and filthy execution.

Pay your tithe, and I’ll let you taste devotion.

I was not chosen by faith. I built my own altar from want .

Every word I write is a prayer with a pulse. Every image, a confession that got too loud.

I am author, artist, menace, muse — a good girl with holy intentions and filthy execution.

Pay your tithe, and I’ll let you taste devotion.

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Or would you rather me folded in half?

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Little Dorthey likes to spread her legs

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She dreamed in color long before the storm.

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Roses are red, the moon doesn’t tell.
I opened the door, and slipped out of myself.
Thorns at my thighs, breath on my skin—
Some kinds of