Tourniquets 🗡

The beautiful children
We never had together
Frolic through my mind
In those rare flights of fancy
When I wonder
Why the truth scared me
And I pushed you away
Until I remember
I was myself still a child
And didn’t understand
How much you loved me
And why that scared me
It was only later
I understood
Children from a child
Could have been beautiful
But our love for each other was childish
And from our mouths
Truths spilt like razors
That knew not they cut to the bone
Until the blood had pooled
And the lies we told each other
Were useless tourniquets
Upon mortal wounds

©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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