escapei'd much rather live in a world of fictionescape by ~transtastic
than in the brutal reality set forth at my feet
go ahead and bring up embarrassing shameful dysphoric
triggering events
that happened while i had cancer
sorry
i bled over everything
while i was bleeding to death
and i never did replace the clothes i bled all over
the stuff i borrowed from you when i ran out of mine
sorry
i haven't scrubbed out the image of myself
covered in blood
sobbing
shaking
bent over in pain
on that car ride home
the forty eight hours
i battled with myself
before i finally gave up
and went to the hospital
i don't understand why i can't let it go
and why you can't see how
lines from the formeryou need to knowlines from the former by ~transtastic
about the rough patch of skin
on his left knee
the gently fading scars
right above that patch
lining his thigh
delicate curve of healing
something he tries
to not draw attention to
you need to know
the broad plane of his shoulders
the four tiny moles on his right arm
the beige birthmark on the same elbow
it terrifies him
to have his back turned to a doorway
and he doesn't enjoy
making his body language threatening or imposing
by widening his stance
standing up to full height
but he will if he needs to
you need to know
that he hates wearing socks
there's one mole on his belly
he always wished he had blue eyes
and he th
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