My body forgives me for everything for dancing backwards in the mirror like my hips have hinges love it to death and now I am scared The curves of my nonexistent hips and no waist say I am a man help me treat him kindly let him lean into me instead of pushing him away Please treat him with kindness for me let me hold him from afar because I'm in such pain as well I can feel it too I have been telling myself I can squeeze into any box they shove me into let me out, now I have to do this perfectly The tears aren't real tracks of air sculpted by old innervated memories stuck like lichen to my brain They stick to my hands when I wipe my eyes I just want to love someone like him again I will always love him though I love him from afar, outside my body, never in Raya Finkle is a 21 year nonbinary writer and health student, currently residing in Corvallis, Oregon. They use writing as a form of healing. Comments are closed.
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