Fire

The bonfire of my purity
Immolated in spattering fat
Seared my bones to diamond
For the fire walk of life

I gladly climbed atop the pyre
After collecting my fate
Stick by stick
Faggot unto faggot

Time stopped for my last playful smile
As I dropped the torch
Setting fire to thoughts
Searing them to dreams

©Heather Coldstream

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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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2 Responses to Fire

  1. Harry Writes says:

    “Immolated in spattering fat
    Seared my bones to diamond”

    Dayum, that’s a violent image, but it works, nicely.

    Liked by 1 person

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