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How do I get where I’m going?

Well, you can’t set off from here,

you’re painted into a corner

between apathy and fear.

You should’ve made better choices

after all that good advice

but somehow, even now

you’re failing.

I wish I’d never started this.

Nothing is what it seems,

where did you think you’d end up

when you stumbled out of a dream?

You should’ve learnt to be graceful

and how to admit defeat by now.

But somehow

I’ll keep failing.

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You poor deluded creature,

you believe my masculinity

to be a failure of femininity,

my inability to dress

“appropriately”

to be due to some deficiency.

You make allowances,

speak a little slower

and kindly call me a lady.

I smile nicely,

thank you seriously

and hold my laughter in;

not wanting to be the one to burst

your tiny

imaginary

bubble.

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Push me

and I fall far and fast

in a maelstrom of momentum

tumbling towards the terrible

distance

of despair.

Shout

and air ascends around me

thick with the threat of thunder

Bright bolts burn

flashing

from fingertips

Leave

and the way the wind whistles

through mists of madness makes me

forget to feel fear

I’m finally fading

and falling

still

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One By One Breaking

I was still numb when you tried

to shift some blame onto me.

You kept on talking,

the stupidity of the situation seemed

to require a response,

so I emptied the cupboard

one by one breaking

items

dispassionately

against the kitchen floor.

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The way a father looks at his child

with disapproval in his eyes,

the way an adult looks at their parents

with resignation,

the way the bench in the sun

is a memorial:

this is no place to linger.

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Underground

Downward spiral

to the same old pit

of corpses.

Pick meat from a bone

chew it over

until death fills my mouth

and my words mean less

than nothing.

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Covalent

Caught in a shared orbit

outer shells overlapping

skin to skin drawn

to lie together

in a low energy state.

There is no difference

between my electrons and yours

we are bonded

our potential expended

into the rumpled mess of sheets

that surround us.

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I am only fuel.

I try to join

the dancing flames

but become grey ash.

Is it better to burn

in the brutal brightness

of devastation

than to give my unseen self

over to rot

in the darkness

of creation?

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I wanted to walk forever

got that feeling I'd never need

to stop

if I just could keep on going

forwards

one foot in front

of the other.

Nowhere to go except

away

out of town

out of my life

out of my mind.

But I have been

beyond these borders before

tempted by the horizon.

I found no freedom

only the ring road and a bus ride

back to this town

or on to the next.

So I turned around

and came home to my notebook

with aching legs.

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As there is a load of drama here about trans women I am now @acklum on pillowfort.

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I Have Never

I have never lost a child,

but for a while

I dreamed every night

of babies.

Beautiful, tiny, demanding,

perfectly fascinating,

you know...

babies.

I loved each one.

On the bad nights,

I'd wake in the early hours

with the feeling of small fingers

clasped around mine,

confused to find myself

bereft.

On other nights,

as the dream progressed

the child would vanish

and I'd run, frantic

through uncaring crowds,

searching, crying

begging for help.

I'd wake in a panic

of tears

and tangled sheets.

On the worst nights

my search would end

happily

with a reunion.

I'd spend many glorious years

raising a growing infant,

or many hours besotted

with the baby held safe

in my arms.

I’d be blissfully content,

gazing at my childs familiar features,

then wake up.

And my empty arms would shake

in horror,

and the perfect face

I knew so well

mere moments ago

would painfully

slowly

fade.

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Cafe

The heating is off, we keep our coats on,

the coffee comes scalding hot

in a paper cup.

Around me are the poor, the dirty,

the undefined outsiders,

those who are not

above sitting at sticky tables

under flickering lights.

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Not Myself

Only look

when light is low.

Unsee

unread

unknow me.

In silence

unhear my voice.

Unfeel

untouch

unlove me

in the dark

safety of night.

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I have to become

the man I am

or he will choke me

as he crawls out

from this living corpse

to lick my eye

with his tongue of fire.

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I have to become

the man I am

or he will choke me

as he crawls out

from this living corpse

to lick my eye

with his tongue of fire.

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Reflection

She grins at him as if she belongs here.

He

sees his eyes

with smile lines

and really tries

to feel it.

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