I pray upon my death
Obscurity will wrap me
In rain-washed granite.
Nameless,
My carcass will be scattered.
Take my blood, mother.
Let it spread pure like
A breeze in the hair of
Virgin lovers.
Forgetfulness is my fortune.
Allow my spirit to dance lightly
Through fields unseen.
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PoetryA composition of poetry I wrote/am writing in reflection of my transition. Thank you! -Sylvie
