Is this a place you live?
There is a debt between us. This pull and push of worth and care; of meaning and meaning and meaning.
I read through our correspondence recently. Our teasing, mocking, uneven verbal conflict which midwived so many models of production. I read through and saw the skeletal birth of what I do now. What I do alone. What I do without you.
What you handed off.
And I'm glad. You crippled me, you asshole. You kneecapped me. You pared off half my capacity and kept it secured in this vault I could only access if I left my own ability at the door. You put a wall in my heart. You bifurcated my fucking worth.
Never again. Never again. Never again.
I read through our correspondence recently. Our teasing, mocking, uneven verbal conflict which midwived so many models of production. I read through and saw the skeletal birth of what I do now. What I do alone. What I do without you.
What you handed off.
And I'm glad. You crippled me, you asshole. You kneecapped me. You pared off half my capacity and kept it secured in this vault I could only access if I left my own ability at the door. You put a wall in my heart. You bifurcated my fucking worth.
Never again. Never again. Never again.