Tara Shannon
@tarashannonwrites.bsky.social
Rabbit & Bear, Author/Illustrator, AuDHD, cancer Survivor, Mental Health Advocate, lover of food, whiskey, wine, bonfires & moonlit starry skies ❤
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November 30, 2025 at 10:23 AM
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Cute. But no. He's blowing smoke up his ass.
October 7, 2025 at 8:15 PM
Cute. But no. He's blowing smoke up his ass.
Because we are the power.
Remember that.
Know that.
We always were.
©️Tara Shannon, 2025
Remember that.
Know that.
We always were.
©️Tara Shannon, 2025
July 15, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Because we are the power.
Remember that.
Know that.
We always were.
©️Tara Shannon, 2025
Remember that.
Know that.
We always were.
©️Tara Shannon, 2025
We rise—
not in whispers,
but in thunder.
Not in fear,
but in f!re.
The kind that scorches the rot,
clears the ground,
and makes way
for something better.
not in whispers,
but in thunder.
Not in fear,
but in f!re.
The kind that scorches the rot,
clears the ground,
and makes way
for something better.
July 15, 2025 at 3:14 PM
We rise—
not in whispers,
but in thunder.
Not in fear,
but in f!re.
The kind that scorches the rot,
clears the ground,
and makes way
for something better.
not in whispers,
but in thunder.
Not in fear,
but in f!re.
The kind that scorches the rot,
clears the ground,
and makes way
for something better.
And you.
And I.
We do not flinch -- We. Do. Not. Flinch.
We do not kneel.
And I.
We do not flinch -- We. Do. Not. Flinch.
We do not kneel.
July 15, 2025 at 3:14 PM
And you.
And I.
We do not flinch -- We. Do. Not. Flinch.
We do not kneel.
And I.
We do not flinch -- We. Do. Not. Flinch.
We do not kneel.
Let the monsters
drown in their own reflections.
drown in their own reflections.
July 15, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Let the monsters
drown in their own reflections.
drown in their own reflections.
Let the leopards
do lunch with their faces.
Let them feel
the teeth of the chaos
they once aimed outward.
do lunch with their faces.
Let them feel
the teeth of the chaos
they once aimed outward.
July 15, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Let the leopards
do lunch with their faces.
Let them feel
the teeth of the chaos
they once aimed outward.
do lunch with their faces.
Let them feel
the teeth of the chaos
they once aimed outward.
And the towers they built?
Cracking.
Collapsing.
Caving in
under the weight of every name
they tried to erase.
Cracking.
Collapsing.
Caving in
under the weight of every name
they tried to erase.
July 15, 2025 at 3:14 PM
And the towers they built?
Cracking.
Collapsing.
Caving in
under the weight of every name
they tried to erase.
Cracking.
Collapsing.
Caving in
under the weight of every name
they tried to erase.
It rises
from the lies they lit themselves.
Their own tongues betray them.
Their own shadows scream.
from the lies they lit themselves.
Their own tongues betray them.
Their own shadows scream.
July 15, 2025 at 3:14 PM
It rises
from the lies they lit themselves.
Their own tongues betray them.
Their own shadows scream.
from the lies they lit themselves.
Their own tongues betray them.
Their own shadows scream.
Where there's smoke,
there's f!re—
and the smoke spells their names.
there's f!re—
and the smoke spells their names.
July 15, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Where there's smoke,
there's f!re—
and the smoke spells their names.
there's f!re—
and the smoke spells their names.
But the silence is shattered.
And the *f ! r e* is here.
And the *f ! r e* is here.
July 15, 2025 at 3:14 PM
But the silence is shattered.
And the *f ! r e* is here.
And the *f ! r e* is here.
They built a system
on our backs—
on silence,
on obedience,
on apathy,
on the trembling hope
that someone else would speak first.
on our backs—
on silence,
on obedience,
on apathy,
on the trembling hope
that someone else would speak first.
July 15, 2025 at 3:14 PM
They built a system
on our backs—
on silence,
on obedience,
on apathy,
on the trembling hope
that someone else would speak first.
on our backs—
on silence,
on obedience,
on apathy,
on the trembling hope
that someone else would speak first.
Let me be clear:
this is not about comforting monsters.
This is about truth—
raw, relentless,
louder than ever.
this is not about comforting monsters.
This is about truth—
raw, relentless,
louder than ever.
July 15, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Let me be clear:
this is not about comforting monsters.
This is about truth—
raw, relentless,
louder than ever.
this is not about comforting monsters.
This is about truth—
raw, relentless,
louder than ever.
Welcome
to those whose eyes are finally open.
Yes, it burns.
Truth often does,
once it's free.
to those whose eyes are finally open.
Yes, it burns.
Truth often does,
once it's free.
July 15, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Welcome
to those whose eyes are finally open.
Yes, it burns.
Truth often does,
once it's free.
to those whose eyes are finally open.
Yes, it burns.
Truth often does,
once it's free.
They’ve been found out.
Their secrets aren't buried—
they're blooming now:
foul and brazen
in the light of day.
Their secrets aren't buried—
they're blooming now:
foul and brazen
in the light of day.
July 15, 2025 at 3:14 PM
They’ve been found out.
Their secrets aren't buried—
they're blooming now:
foul and brazen
in the light of day.
Their secrets aren't buried—
they're blooming now:
foul and brazen
in the light of day.