Nano Sonar
@nanosonar.bsky.social
(she/her) queer multi-racial brown
Tiny dives into big feelings
Many poems deal with themes of survivorship, DV, SA, and grief. Take care of yourself while reading <3
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Tiny dives into big feelings
Many poems deal with themes of survivorship, DV, SA, and grief. Take care of yourself while reading <3
Please ask before using content. AI definitely does not have permission.
How do I take your decision
And transfigure it
Make peace
Until I can call it
My choice
And transfigure it
Make peace
Until I can call it
My choice
February 4, 2025 at 7:12 PM
How do I take your decision
And transfigure it
Make peace
Until I can call it
My choice
And transfigure it
Make peace
Until I can call it
My choice
I wish there was a way
To paint the past back to me
See my dream so clearly that I
could hold the silk boundary ajar
To balance myself under water
Hands rooted by slippery kelp
Until I seem right side up again
Step into the suit of a long gone emotion
And shadow her
To paint the past back to me
See my dream so clearly that I
could hold the silk boundary ajar
To balance myself under water
Hands rooted by slippery kelp
Until I seem right side up again
Step into the suit of a long gone emotion
And shadow her
February 4, 2025 at 7:08 PM
I wish there was a way
To paint the past back to me
See my dream so clearly that I
could hold the silk boundary ajar
To balance myself under water
Hands rooted by slippery kelp
Until I seem right side up again
Step into the suit of a long gone emotion
And shadow her
To paint the past back to me
See my dream so clearly that I
could hold the silk boundary ajar
To balance myself under water
Hands rooted by slippery kelp
Until I seem right side up again
Step into the suit of a long gone emotion
And shadow her
Facebook told me
That I had a memory
That I’d forgotten
That it had been seven years
Since I felt safe
That I had a memory
That I’d forgotten
That it had been seven years
Since I felt safe
February 4, 2025 at 1:07 AM
Facebook told me
That I had a memory
That I’d forgotten
That it had been seven years
Since I felt safe
That I had a memory
That I’d forgotten
That it had been seven years
Since I felt safe
Time travel
Pisses me off
When it happens in books
When I’ve traced all the plot lines
Only to discover that they’ve doubled back
Ruining my theory with a muddled footprint
But that’s fiction
(1/2)
Pisses me off
When it happens in books
When I’ve traced all the plot lines
Only to discover that they’ve doubled back
Ruining my theory with a muddled footprint
But that’s fiction
(1/2)
February 4, 2025 at 1:05 AM
Time travel
Pisses me off
When it happens in books
When I’ve traced all the plot lines
Only to discover that they’ve doubled back
Ruining my theory with a muddled footprint
But that’s fiction
(1/2)
Pisses me off
When it happens in books
When I’ve traced all the plot lines
Only to discover that they’ve doubled back
Ruining my theory with a muddled footprint
But that’s fiction
(1/2)
Sorry I can’t cry right now
But if you leave a sadness
After the grief
I’ll process it just as soon as I can
But if you leave a sadness
After the grief
I’ll process it just as soon as I can
February 4, 2025 at 1:02 AM
Sorry I can’t cry right now
But if you leave a sadness
After the grief
I’ll process it just as soon as I can
But if you leave a sadness
After the grief
I’ll process it just as soon as I can