xlvi

i don’t feel safe outside
every man sees me as livestock

every man sees me as meat to fuck
a walking corpse on the sidewalk

i would run if I could
but they always find their prey

i can only hope they choke
broken bones to pierce their throat

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 //