Lightning

After I fell from the closest I’d been to the stars
I waited with you for a moon that never came
While lightning strobed along the sky for ground
And sand tumbled in the surf around a rock

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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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