My body became home again recently.
I opened the windows
And the doors
And plant flowers outside.
Tell the others of my home,
Tell them they can find refuge here in me,
Tell them the door is open and the porch light is on,
And the spare key is under the mat.
Tell them I can force him out of their minds
As quickly as he forced himself onto their bodies.
Tell them they owe me no rent
Just keep the door open
And the flowers alive.
Tell them there are contracts and consent forms
For a reason.
Tell them you don’t get tattoos or medicines
Against your will,
Tell them that doesn’t change for a man who desires you.
Even the sun can’t touch me without my permission.
Even the moon doesn’t come until she lets him.
Even God didn’t come until I called.

Let me look at you with my red, blurry eyes.
Set my skin on fire.
Leave your bruises on my neck.
Your scent remains tangled in my hair.
Press yourself to me.
Make sure when I wake up, I'll remember you.

In a mechanism.
Built for pain.
Desire scape. Dry tears of rain.

Of hollow wants.
And a shell of diamonds...
Controlling all.
And the mind is binded...

Lost and loose.
The opposite of it...
Drawn like poison from
The wound.
Of softness. In a clock that ticks

The complex made.
Of thrifty fabric.....
Looks like silk compressed with
****** plastic...

Thoughts of carefree
Life ....and love in novels.
Contrast  hollywood.
And sprawling business models.
To let go and live
meticulous commisioned permission with in.
Or profit
Sin and repent hope you let live and forgive....
To shadow all the blackened hues
Living in. My decisionism...
Or lose decisive. Components
Of a system in. That twists it in...
The howling arm. Of a beast
With guided eyes. A jawline broke
Like devils grin...
And western medicine.
To cure an element.
Of an unfinished little.
Journey of ****** development...
Puberty and spiders.
Crawling on my head and in....
Hormonal. Storms and stormy
Shores washed with in. Stories
Of a sacrifice.
****** embellishments
Thoughts programmed.
To want a wife like hetero men
On the television....
And be a woman chasing.
Dinner date with  death and satan.
Before I made my outsides
Look the same.
As inside. Denied. But not for blame
On God's creation.
*** in the process. I changed
The collective conscience...
Now embrace the naked pain
Of trans women. Transmen and gays.
So in love with society's embrace.
My controlling matrix
Wither in a credited vision
Of a sacred mission to be brave
As my true orientation..
Gender. And purpose
For creation.
Thanks for staying.
I know I'm not the best
But you get what I'm saying.