she wondered whether her womb cradled an answered prayer or simply another girl like her.

My brain became my one and only ally. Thanks to my brain, I survived on the streets, then escaped them.

You will beg and pray to the you in the future whom you suspect may be your puppet master

and then you learn about being trans and then you meet a wonderful soul

Maybe that was when I first learned that sleep was vulnerable, could be dangerous.

I come from a time where body image was linked to my worth.

You try to take this glowing warmth of the Saturday morning inside yourself and press it into her

we are always hungry and we will always be such how simple do you think it is to feast without violence?

these textures teach us you can be delicate when provoked.

but worship has meant a whole lot to us, including surveillance. Including shame.

Every stretch mark is a daisy chain of memories.

Twilight rants and raves, and is broken into thirds. Now sleeplessness dawns on me