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i’m not meant for this
but that doesn’t mean it will stop
tense my arms until my hands lose grip

they rest my body among stray dogs
we know how to love and starve
but not much else

we’re still settling water
apologising before we’ve committed our wrongs
unable to discern strangers and surfaces

all i want is to keep you safe
so why do you throw me into walls?
keep my heart still until your footsteps subside

it’s easier to keep it under breath
maybe we’re not meant for more
just waiting on shadows without you

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 //