My poem for the trans mental health zine Dysphoria

BLUE MONDAY

Over again paws shove. Upon my back
Lie weep am shattered. Blues dog fades my soul
and breaks pride armour sheathing. Like a foal
tottered new legs when young. There is a crack
true mirror over false that I must mend
over again. Skin peels, scars. I must burn
unsightly. Body memories return
bad dream. Past life will never be my friend.
And blues dog is the sad I can’t afford
It has my scent although my scent is change
I toss my hair. My clothing I arrange
Style neatly. Lipstick smile the lush curved sword
Cuts world. Snarls hint of teeth. Dog slinks away
Hound on my track. Not this but every day.

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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3 Responses to My poem for the trans mental health zine Dysphoria

  1. cmcmck says:

    ‘Past life will never be my friend.’

    Just so………….

  2. lokifan says:

    Ouch, though it’s wonderful work again

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