This is the resting place for inklings with
no where else to go. Some sentiments, while
longing for sunlight, lack respectable
venues. I come here volunteering up

the notions that have no other haven.
I claim no great talent or deep wisdom,
only a human psyche longing for
expression. Aching for confirmation

That I am not the only one who needs
to be seen as I am without social
niceties and constructions. Masks made of
filtered selfies and likes don't interest me.

Here all that matters is the word and the
passion invoked by tender violences.
  • My own little island
  • JoinedJuly 31, 2019


Story by AniJune
Surrender Sonnets by AniJune
Surrender Sonnets
A collection of submissive sonnets in the Shakespearian style
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