Charlotte Counterattack

@dykeanthrope.dog

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Char, she/her. Your big sister's big sister. Large and intimidating dog, FLGS employee, photography dabbler, Shieldmaiden, In-Progress Transmutation Ritual, Trans Butch Lesbian.

Oh, to be a woman for whom battles are fought, And over which men and women will willingly kill and die for. Personally, I would be satisfied with energy and enthusiasm, but I wouldn't say no to the Trojan War either. Helen must have felt very flattered.
I am sitting at the crossroads Of happiness and comfort The former will lead to the latter in time, I believe, But instead of moving i have fallen to my knees in the dust. after so many past failures I Have forgotten how to seize And how to strike And how to jump. Lord God in heaven above, Fucking please have mercy on my wicked, sickly, anxious, soul. I know that I am guilty of sin, but I have only ever wanted to love and to live And to be happy in the life I have been given. Have I not been punished enough for doing so recklessly? Must you bid the aches and echoes of my past struggles to haunt me? To leave me mired here in this perpetual incapability? I want to break free of the stillness of comfort and climb to the highest peaks I can find, but I fear being cast down the mountain again.
there is a rumble coming down the line I can feel it in my tendons, In my teeth and nails And brain. In a past life I would have been terrified Of being so far down in the monster's lair but now I feel neither nervousness or fear. Only excitement.
I spent the morning in the wires of an electric woman I slipped my nails into a panel, Applied a touch of pressure and Pop. Everything came flowing free. She is worried she has to work tomorrow early and She had a bad day and I cannot change these things I am no programmer but I can see where the disorder is if I squint and I have always been good at detangling things. Electric woman, I adore the way current runs through your body into mine, Let me fix you
Sometimes it feels like my tongue is a cat Weaving between my jaws with neither Precision or grace Trying to fuck up a balancing act for the simple thrill of the game. As a child my parents would say I liked the sound of my own voice too much And in truth, I hated it But I had fought through a stutter And I had to parade around the ring with my title belt held high Much to the chagrin of my captive audience. So i dunno. My tongue is good for other things, My lips, too Maybe the problem has nothing to do with my mouth? Operator error.