They sold me the narrative of my ancestors as devils, and painted my oppressors as gods,
so I grew up cursing my gods and worshipping devils.
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Bedroom Whispers
Non-FictionThe bedroom holds sacred territory for me. The bed, its altar. One upon which I've offered sacrifices, so many to count and recall. One upon which I currently lay as I once more pay my dues, in taps and clicks. I miss the days when the gods were co...
Finding my Root
They sold me the narrative of my ancestors as devils, and painted my oppressors as gods,
so I grew up cursing my gods and worshipping devils.
