postnuclearophelia

I use the same table salt to eat dinner that night. Alone in front of the TV, I pick at my toenails and eat a frozen dinner. Dad isn’t home tonight, he’s in Perth-Andover working the night shift. I like to pick at the floor too. The hardwood is coming up near the baseboard, and I dig in my little nails and yank at the wood. I’m not watching the news. I don’t like the news. I’m 12 but I already love shows with guns and drugs in them, and I like to sit in my bedroom and pretend to play with guns. My dad has two rifles in the closet, but I’m not allowed to touch them.

On display Feb 1-5, 2022 (Anna Loeonowens Gallery)

Displayed Jan 2022 (NSCAD Academy Building)

he hit me and the bruise formed like jesus i never learned hatred i only feel forgiveness my wounds won’t close they just stay open for the next gentleman im the type of girl someone makes into a lampshade im the type of girl that gets treated like an ash tray it’s all rusted it’s all rusted and there’s nothing to fix . today i went to the candian tire and a lot of men stared at me like i had broken wings. I went to buy chains but they didn’t have any. then i went to the grocery store and i stared at a lot of food it was kind of weird and i wanted to cry. then i went home. then i drove drove drove dropped off some flowers stared at some walls. cried in a bathroom. wore black. then i cried on the bus and drank lots of jack daniels and then i cried in the shower and then i realized that god forgot to make man. i think i look like an abandoned house. god pls protect my soul.

a small collection of my work

Here, summer has a sticky wet dew. Something about the air makes the head cloudy. The skin starts to melt off bones. I wash my oils off in the still-warm river, coating my hands in my sweat, dipping them lightly into the river for more water, bringing it up again to let the river meet my skin...

IF ZOMBIES WERE REAL I WOULD HAVE A ZOMBIE PAGEAN T AND DRESS THEM UP IN BEAUTIFUL PINK AND ORANGE AND TURQUOISE AND YELLOW AND GREEN AND SILVE R AND GOLD AND SPARKLY AND SHINY DRESSES AND THERE WOULD BE THREE ACTS AND THEY WOULD SING AND DANCE AND GIVE THEIR VERY IMPORTANT OPINIONS ON POLITICAL MATTERS SUCH AS THE STATE OF THE ROTTING WORLD AND THEY WOULD ALL SCRATCH AN D CLAW AT EACHOTHER JSUT LIKE REAL GIRLS FOR THE CROWN AND WHEN THE WINNER WAS ANNOUNCED THEY WOULD CHEER AND CRY FOR MISS ZOMBIE AMERICA USA AND THEN RIGHT AS SHE GOT HER FLOWERS AND CROWN THEYD ATTACK HER AND RIP OUT HER PRETTY LITTLE BRAINS