Night writer. Coffee drinker. Hyena with a heart full of stories.
I write when the world's asleep and the moon is kind.
Trans, tired, and trying to make it beautiful.
Soft where it matters, sharp when I need to be.
Mostly here for slow-burns, small dogs, and long drafts I may never finish.

Gender isn't a conclusion - it's a poem with too many drafts.
Becoming myself is a slow, soft unfolding.