Laconic Steph

It used to say here this a safe space, but it’s not. You have come to a place where safety is not guaranteed. My head & thoughts are far from it. So welcome to my omnipresent chaos – I promise to keep it short, sweet, and laconic. For the most part.
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It used to say here this a safe space, but it’s not. You have come to a place where safety is not guaranteed. My head & thoughts are far from it. So welcome to my omnipresent chaos – I promise to keep it short, sweet, and laconic. For the most part.

  • Do Angels Speak?
    by Laconic Steph
    I carry my heart in my stomach My thoughts on my chest My disappointment in my second mouth Tired of trying Tired of not trying Tired of starring at the walls, my phone, the ceiling, the face in the mirror Tired of starring and not moving Must I always ask my right foot permission to…
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  • Love letter to my future bestie
    by Laconic Steph
    Love letter to my future bestie Photo by Park Troopers on Unsplash Monday, June 3, 2024   I am going to spare you from calling you ‘dear’. That word is simply weird. Let me get straight to the point: On Tuesday we would have breakfast together. I would ask you how slept and try to…
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  • Please, wake up and see
    by Laconic Steph
    Please, wake up and see Amina Ghanem, 13 years old says, we were sleeping and we heard the sounds of tanks when they came and walked over the caravan in which I, my father, and my brothers lived. The tank squeezed us inside the tin all night until the morning, and when they took us…
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