by Nadia Gerassimenko Jason Fitt After Returnal Prologue Where am I? What is this haunting house? Why is it here? How are there so many me not me, all perished? More questions return to me, unanswered. More answers I seek as I return again. A part of me is missing /in/ me here. It summons in a twisted warble. An astronaut goes everywhere I go, never letting go. I. Help is far from on its way. I must help myself, for me, for me before me. This land is foreign, feral. It is anc

by Nadia Gerassimenko Дарья Вдовенко dolores becomes we remember silence while abusers scream through it all. we learned that to protect and perpetuate —  become numb to abuse and trauma. but now we break our silence, become a revolution. become #ustoo. Source: Page, E. (2017, November 10). Retrieved from Facebook. dolores flowers still i grew against all odds, untrapped myself from vines and thorns of your rootless hands, behind me. before me lovely suns and waters grounded