xxxi

within ritual i sought possession
woven into discipline, held upon suspension
blade raised against my tongue, piercing for confession

in stillness i forsake our trust
escaping grief by the spilling of lust
in trade of penance against your thrust

we ease with the tension of tears softening
held closer than the kindness of tethering
i crave to be fucked like you’ve never loved anything

castration coven //

transgender,
hopeless sapphic
gothic romantic //

reflections in love,
despair, hope
failure, beauty
horror, personhood
resistance, healing //

non-indigenous woman
dwelling in Naarm
on lands sovereign
to the Wurundjeri people
this always was
always will be
Aboriginal land //