Poems from ceilingstatic
I'm 15 years old in a small town and I'm a transgender man who's trying to get through one day at a time.
Abhorrence burns my fingertips
the tongue in my palms
coaxing...
the yells from my throat
it’s like barbed wire
on porcelain skin-
bound to...
“What’s your sign?”I have a lot to say-More words than you’d thinkBut confrontations are hardand talking makes my hands sweatand my legs...
I would politely ask you to stop talking
and the red would show through
but i’d force it down
to a meek whisper
my fingers twitch
itch and...
Acid drips from the lips
and the teeth snarl and my stomach churns
As fear bubbles
drip
d...r...i...p
your tongue clicks
acid rolling off...
There are people in this world
that will lock arms around you
and build a world for you
that is so comforting,
you no longer have to sleep...