resting in a meadow
on a day only god could cook up
the poorest being on earth
became the wealthiest man
alive
#katyamills
Tag Archives: twitter
life after psych meds
gave you back
what you lost you
wake up wanting to
face the world
though frightened
you live a little
life after psych meds
feel yourself falling you
twitter like a baby bird
arms high
full with down
now fly
#katyamills
day social media died
cat out mousing
to sharpen his claws i
stuck inside dredging
the twitter feed like some
weary curator
in a third rate watered
down shop of intrigue
and horror
#katyamills
k.twitter
Handle: Katya444ever 🏳️🌈
latchkey kid and #indieauthor. nonbinary (she/they). genX. as the sun rises i morph into a #psychotherapist. i hold out hope for anyone and u
these dreams
feeling lost they
danced back into one
of a thousand worlds they
called home
lightning struck
through a dark web
portal
they drank champagne
with a twist on a staple of twitter
retweetables
now was time
to search themselves then
produce these
dreams
#katyamills
cross examine yourself
A winter’s day. The mercury stood up and shouted. The polar bears’ coats were dirty and keeping cold would be next to impossible. I cross examined the witness and the witness was me. The argument in favor of the species had lost steam with the jury, and we were running out of time to ruminate.
Better hire a platypus to come in and dash the thing apart, then dish about it all, to our confidante, on a Twitter feed to Mars.
red hawk
Fashion thought so highly of herself, she lost her sense of humor. Twitter took advantage. Meanwhile, over at the Red Hawk Casino, nickel games plied the minds with dazzling wheels of chance and free drinks. The tribe was making bank. I looked into a mirror and gave up on my face, you dropped another twenty in timeless space.
the (suddenly rhetorical) question
When she wanted somethin bad enough, she got sweet like high fructose corn syrup.
She would turn her head to an angle most becoming through his eyes of her figure, a calculation she fine tuned in response to the f-stop of his dilated pupils. Her lashes flicked like butterflies alighting.
The moment his attention shifted from the galaxy s, operation tweet unfollow, to her revival theatrics sillhouette girlfriend experience, she popped the suddenly rhetorical question…
“Do you think maybe you could help me out?”
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