A little poem about being trans that I wrote in the middle of the night
Tw: mentions of death and burning
I killed her / I burnt her body
I stomped her name into the remains / but i still carry her ashes with me
As a reminder of who I once was / of how I’m different now
But she’s still a part of me / she’ll always haunt me
And I don’t think that’s a bad thing / I think it’s natural / it’s human