Hurricane

It all seems so quaint now
So genteel
Swaying in the wind
Buffeted about
And I worry
Worry
Because what does not bend in the wind
Shatters
Shatters apart into pieces
When the hurricane finally comes

©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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