xxxiv

learned a new bravery, trying not to disappear forever
i cloud my face in denial of all that surrounds me
every sickening inch of grime-smothered pavement
every lingering gaze of a dormant assailant

six years on and every man still fits your shape
six years on and i still dream of your head caved in
nothing but a husk abandoned to serve as a vessel for rats
life that exists as something more than you ever could

existence in poetry //

transgender,
hopeless sapphic
gothic romantic //

revelations in love,
despair, hope
failure, beauty
death, personhood
resistance, healing //

non-indigenous woman
dwelling in Naarm
on lands sovereign
to the Wurundjeri people
this always was
always will be
Aboriginal land
paytherent.net.au //