nothing is built to breathe in
but the expectation is inescapable
preordained in disability
a suicide by chronic dysfunction
just another autistic tranny
baptised in stormwater
catalogue the bruising in gradients
in some ways i’m clean
in others i’m still ashamed
escapism is alleviation
a body not meant for consumption
force-fed through silicone veins
do you feel closer to god
when you jerk off to me?
do all your friends know
You experiment with e?
if you stare at the mirror enough
your reflection will laugh back
too many people i wish i didn’t know
in denial of their own vacant flesh
bystanders applauding processions
piling on top of one another
through shattered carbon and glass
sympathy as passivity
please know i try in spite of it
i don’t want to be like any of her
i live to defy obligation
loving everyone i fuck
fucking everyone i love
at some point we will breathe again
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