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Feeling like a wolf trapped in my den,
My teeth are blunt no longer sharpened.
Pack abandoned, I'm a lone, pitiful thing,
The moon now the only one able to hear me sing.
I sing a song of sorrow shame and hate,
Letting these evil lead as if they were tasty bait.
Feeling like a dog trapped by man,
I know now that I'm no longer in command...
My teeth are blunt no longer sharpened.
Pack abandoned, I'm a lone, pitiful thing,
The moon now the only one able to hear me sing.
I sing a song of sorrow shame and hate,
Letting these evil lead as if they were tasty bait.
Feeling like a dog trapped by man,
I know now that I'm no longer in command...
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The Taste of You
I want to wake up next to you
and curl my naked arms
around your belly
and arch my back in a morning stretch
and yawn into your hair.
I want to press my toes into your calf
and kiss your shoulder
and the back of your neck
and tickle down your spine
with spindly fingers
and test the echo of your ribcage
with my cheek pressed to your chest
and swallow you in dainty morsels
until your heartbeat is my own.
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On Gender Crisis: It gets better.
I was born female.
I have all the female pieces.
My life was lived in denial of my emotions; a blur of pain, scars, blood, pill bottles, good times...and the opposite.
When I was younger, it was all too confusing for me to focus.
Sometimes I'd forget to breathe.
Sometimes I'd pass out from the crushing anxiety.
I don't blame my 'confusion' on my upbringing. I was born this way.
I was gay. I love a woman.
I was straight. I love a woman.
The very same woman.
I will always love my Sora. Not for one second of my life will I ever stop breathing…for her. Ever stop thinking…for her. Ever stop creating….for her.
She is w
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The Closet
The monsters aren't in the closet.
The monsters are outside.
When we grew up we realized
That in there's where we should hide.
They chased us in here with their knives
And framed us for our "crimes".
They point and say, "Beware the closet!
Monsters are inside!"
I hear them talk about "my kind"
Through cracks between the door.
All I ask is for respect,
How could I ask for more?
The hateful glares, those judging looks
And all the dreadful things
Assault my waking moments
and stalk me in my dreams.
I shake and shiver, whimper and stir,
Safe inside my closet.
But safeness seems so temporary
when outside foes appall it.
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ill comment properly later
i wrote this at 10:43 last night...lucky my new phone allows me to add notes
i wrote this at 10:43 last night...lucky my new phone allows me to add notes
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