Upon yon precipice
Thou’s future doth teeter
Abyss all sides
Til high tide returns
But beware beguiling midnight tides
Black and cold as night
With oily swift currents
Set to impale ye
Upon Neptune’s trident
In writhing pain
With scales from your eyes flashing
So stand your watch
Keeping steely gaze and steady heart
Harkening to moonrise
And deliverance of ocean’s heaving embrace
With its perils and terrors more well-known

©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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