Beyond the colors and the shapes
The cooling wind in my nose
That assault me so
Reminding me I am alive
I strain to claw it aside
Tearing at the drapes
With a fire in the room
To escape to solidness
Obscured by daily ephemera
That burns me so

©Heather Coldstream


About cistotrans

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