I lived in the margins. I bled through the cracks. I write from a place between memory and disappearance. If you’re reading this, maybe you’ve been here too.
(They/Them)
Look at this porcelain throne!
Sometimes I sit, and ponder a bit,
If the men’s are different, or a clone?
Look at this porcelain throne!
Sometimes I sit, and ponder a bit,
If the men’s are different, or a clone?