The remembrance of my body betraying me,
Trembles my slewing stomach,
My rib cage crumbles at each ragged breath,
With warm flesh dragging against the moist air.
I cough,
Over and over and over again
Till I gag on my own skin.
My vision blurs at the world around me,
The world that creeped ruthlessness
Into each thought,
Breath,
Bite,
Step.
Gone is the peace of myself
Because who am I,
If most of me is them?
We never tattooed ourselves successfully
Because we are pencils tracing our minimal time
Who can only
find a smile through that one
wave of future
in this vast ocean of reality.
At the top of the stairs a little girl stood,
holding her plush giraffe and a blank expression.
Her eyes were locked below at her parents hushed
conversation about the news.
A little girl...
America is not make up of one flag
and should never resort to a statement otherwise.
I saw
many flags
that represent you and me
and US because
we are made up of
gay,
queer,
trans,
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