dermatillomania

By Elliott Graves

we flawed beings pick at our every imperfection until our little shovels — our small, partially translucent, regularly-filed-and-clipped, perhaps even painted shovels — cannot dig any more, and then we return to whence we came, ascending in alphabetical order to the great council of hares in the sky, and we seek not their wisdom but their forgiveness, for it is not that we are mistakes but merely that we have made them — and I saw you in the garden doing as all creatures of this ilk do when they are placed under the heavy burdens of a capitalistic society, and I forgave you in that instant, and I only hope and pray that the almighty buns do the same.

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Elliott Graves (they/them) is a nonbinary writer and passionate activist. Their favorite causes include education on mental illness and mental health, especially the autism spectrum and dissociative disorders (both of which they are affected by). Their other passions include their friends, their original characters and stories, and the Dallas Stars. They can be found at pockmarkedplanet.tumblr.com and on Twitter: @pockmarkedplant!