I claimed my own life deep in my reflection's eyes.
My inner voice,
a sweet deafening to drown others in,
a self-imposed sensory deprivation.
In the contoured darkness I meet her there,
reeling her out into the light.
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The Eldest Daughter ✔️
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote ages 13 to 31 that show how I grapple with neurodivergence, gender roles, and the conservative fundamentalist environment I was raised in. This is the most vulnerable work I have released to date, letting you into intim...
