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Hydrate or Die-drate: Replenishing Your Soul with Sapphic Serotonin, A Poem By Dani Redmond

Hydrate or die-drate.

Personally, I pick

Dehydrate.


Dehydrate because I don't want to go downstairs

So I swallow my spit

and don't pitch a fit

As my parents' fight is drowned out by MCR


Dehydrate.


Dehydrate because the taste of my salty tears keep me company

And in the corner of my closet Hayley

Waits patiently

While I cough up the courage


Dehydrate.


Dehydrate because I'm drowning in my thoughts

As feral feelings are buried underneath bedrock

Waiting for that patriarchal pin to drop.


Die?


...


Hydrate

Hydrate because Marsha already made a heavenly kingdom.


Sure, this place has its problems.

It's infiltrated by terfs

The ground grumbles from local tracking

and caves are cracked by cracker income


The water is crystal clear

The water is ice cold


Free


Here

I hydrate in peace;

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How touching. Life gets better, and one day you will be bale to surround yourself with those who want to hydrate in the same water streams as you. And then you’ve found your tribe

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