last night,
i had a comforting dream
of a young she
standing so close to her mirror
that she became lost within it,
her eyes heavy to the
unfamiliar world that she
was transitioning into-
her body began to grow
thin like plastic as
she stood on her thickening legs,
marble set below her feet
and she raised her hands
to either sides of her head and
twisted her neck
until it popped off her body
before placing it onto her sink,
she then reached into medicine cabinet
that leaned off the wall, towards her,
grabbed a different head
and ******* it in place
before walk out of her
bathroom door
stepping into the already
ready world.

the longer
I stare
at you;
the more
things
I find to
hate
about
you.

I like to wear glitter                above and below my eyes          so that when he looks at me,     he sees nothing more than the promise of stars                 against the wishes                    of my dark skin.                        I'd like to be the                    black sky that he                      wishes               upon.

I watched him read
my little blurbs
no doubt seeing
whispers of his fingers
tracing its lines.

'it's not the
best thing
I've ever
written,'
I said.

your hands
rush down
my legs.

'let's be
lonely
together,'
I said.

and you
kissed my
neck.

'let's be
lonely
together.'
I said.

and you
kissed
my neck.