The week-
Five days of long, slow hell
in a place where no one knows
the amount of pain I'm going through
or even really cares.
This, though-
This is my moment of transcendence,
the one time
I can be myself
without restraint
or masks
or lies.
Without a shield
or a cloak
or a sword.
Where I can pour my soul
out into music
without fear.
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Deep Water
PoetryA collection of stories and poems about being a trans girl, being alone, and other such cheery things