I am more than an operation.
In the mirror I see two faces: the ghost of what was and the shadow of what will be
I am more than an operation.
He or She sir or ma'am no one expects the day when in meeting me they don't know the words to say
I am more than an operation.
A person bigger than a fancy word label me if you must but know words aren't enough to capture who I am.
I am more than an operation.
Question my genitals I can see the cool innocence in your eyes but what do you see in mine but humiliation and exhaution
I am a person
My sin is in asking to be treated like one.
Trigger warnings : sexual violence
“What’s your name?” I asked the nurse who had just come in to check my IV, who clearly had done this same task a hundred times and would do it a hundred more before his shift ends.
He looked at me, startled, as there is no reason for me to be awake. They had deposited me in this room 5 hours ago after the surgical attending decided I didn’t need surgery to repair the walls of my flesh that had been so violently torn earlier in the evening, and most patients were completely comatose at this point.
“Rory” he answered, with a smile. Its genuine warmth made me think I might
You are my brother, though it hasn't always seemed that way
I am your brother, I have something to say.
Regret. not loving my heart's blood as mine own
Debased. deflecting cruelty to your shoulders
Shame. participation in jibes much colder
Sand ignores all as it slips through the hourglass.
Respect. seeing a man where a boy once stood.
Respect. seeing mine mirror's reflection cast across your body
Pain. the guardian defiled his own soul; having betrayed his charge
Pain. duty ignored needs unmet pain inflicted pain received-
Adjective missing, to remember what has been missing
Inappropriate authority dominating young brothers
Victim made abus
Shouting crying out demanding to be heard in the endless forest
Words that fall on deaf ears lose their meaning
Pleading, begging, windows to our souls interlocked
A beggar turned away has no livelihood
Stoic, steady hands sign a message
Repeating endlessly, but signed in darkness
Words carved into the frost on a window by fingers deliberate in their gradual pace
Your breathe melts them away, whisping into a dream
A final message slips away into the dreams of unconscious thought
Goodbye, my love
Corpulent puss eviscerates maiden
Scintillating pillars of ice rise to the heavens
Primal rage burns dead heart
Plains of snow without end and frigid breath lost in the silent air
Classic fool jester simple suicide
Stoic face of stone untouched by the elements
Requited passion unrequited love, cunt
Its my favorite time of day
Moments stolen from a day without time
Seconds alive with the shine of your hair
Brief minutes as December's bite doesn't touch my skin
My heart warmed keeping with your determined pace
Its my favorite time of day
Driving you home at night
Its my favorite time of day
Holding your hair in the moonlight
Silence shouts with zeal lost in smoke
Whispers fade to things unsaid
Words cast brazenly into the sun chase their own tails
Like a newborn kitten chasing itself to reckless abandon
Until they retreat into the shadows leaving no memories behind
Poets who forgot and became mimes
Gesturing mute without their words they are lost
Wandering alone having forgotten the path
Two halves kept apart by a lost uniform
Two wholes that are now halved
Would you walk with me in the rain,
Some day.
Let the heavens' tears nurture our grace
Embracing under skies of fire,
blanketed in the grey of clouds passing by
Two lights amongst a million tiny flames.
Like an endless swarm of lightning bugs
Dancing,
In the dark.
I commit to you
That your joy makes my heart soar
I commit to you
Your happiness is our happiness
I am committed to you
May my soul always give you what it needs to
I give you my commitment
Friends, lovers, soulmates, siblings, relationship undefined by definition
That you come before us, and therefore we are stronger than I
Curling Twisting Contorted Stabbing
Maelstrom pulsing vortex of insanity
Breath.
One
Two
Sinking Fading Flight you Fight me
One
Two
Three
Four
Despair can't hold on; the mask is not complete
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Mask is on, porcelain reflected your pithy folly
Mask is on mask saves face