No longer sitting to rot Like bare bark against winterβs cold Falling and crashing After a storm
The crack of lighting with a crash of thunder Left me with nothing, nowhere, no one Noticeably nervous and running From a reality I did not want
I hid. Trying to quietly comfort myself
My family, the sheet Blinding me from Feelings I could not hide
In our final days When I felt us splitting like The tears and tracks left Across my thighs With hatred And fear
I looked back at the face in the mirror Abandoned and angered With anatomy I could not change Long locks, curves, and society Stared back in that mirror
Screaming that I would never be he
Skin slashed And eyes wide At a body I had broken Because it was not mine I would have to overthrow All that I had been brought up to be