Standstill is the better word
When I feel numb
And lose track of time
Thinking of all the things I know I should do
But don’t
Because I can’t
When creeping death is at my door
Stalking me from years away
Leaving me frozen prey
In my brief bubble of time
About to burst

©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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