Will That Be, One Or Two Lumps Of Sugar?

Can feel

My sorrow and anger

Brewing up

Into a toxic cup

Of tea.

Served with

A hemlock chaser

To end my pain

From your words

And actions.

As I cry out

Why me?

Feeling

Every phantom blows

Whether physical

Or verbal

Land upon my body

With deadly accuracy.

Wondering

Why I didn't end up

Like Leelah Alcorn did

Being buried

By my parents.

Trying to stop

The flow of tears

Down my soulscape

and face

Like Niagara Falls.

Just wanting

My pain to end

For once.

Being able

To face my past

Without cringing

In pain or shame.

Knowing

My existence

Does matter

To others.

For once.

Author's Note

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