from suffering children to adults cowering behind brave faces,
gender binary masks issued at birth, no exceptions, enforced conformity under threat of ostracisation;
in spite of this i followed my heart to you
[alicia, who died first?
sister, if they put me to death i'll wait the 50 some years else atone my lateness]
"lurking
within me
all i can feel
these memories
so somber
this beating chamber
from all its labour
rendezvous/end of days
bleeding through its
heavy chains"
designed by a creator to be perfect and yet hate that very perfection;
brandish knives to cut out the boy, the tumour killing her off.
he is worthless, aesthetically right but nothing on the inside so what's his life?
what's his life to us?
[alicia, eyes open wide;
it's your brother's bones you'll find in my grave but i did him no harm like you'll do with your shovel;
so don't dig, they tell me hell is all that awaits down below, and you don't want to know...]