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And I Would Rip Myself Apart For You,
and I would rip myself apart for you,
crack open my ribcage and let you
take whatever you wanted.
but you have been teaching me
that you do not need me to,
that I do not need me to.
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Palestine will be free.
being trans is a bit like
running hands over yourself and thinking
βi cannot wait for there to be a scar there
in the place of something elseβ
to know that all that will be left is the mark
a tangible reminder of how the creator wronged you
and how you made it right
the screaming that bounces around the inside of my skull is back to grace me with its presence. guttural and keening and feral.
i take another sip from my soda can and pretend i do not hear it, because to let it out into the world, where it would transform from visceral agony to banal noise, would be worse than enduring it silently. at least this way i can still feel it. at least this way no one else has to.
so hold me on the way down,
and do me no harm,
i cause myself enough injury
from day to day, love
suspended in a bubble of hiraeth
the tear frozen on my cheek
in the subzero sunlight,
my home is a person,
and they are too far from me