“The letter ‘x’ has far more use as a number than as a letter.”
It’s taken me 24 years to realize that my struggle is a gift. And my voice is its vessel.
This is where my story ends.
I am destined to pursue the purity of freedom in its most naked sense.
I planted tulips in the spaces where you once had eyes,
Hoping that one day, there’d be so many flowers…
I’ve got eyes, cold and black like the heart I bought on auction,
Where each glimmer of light is a caustic reminder
Of the cookie-cutter box you tried to shove me into all these years.