Blinding lights guide me to fabricated happiness, daylights trauma momentarily numbed. Years of broken memories await me, hours of fun a worthy exchange. It’s the nights of ecstasy that calms my nerves, troubled womb an uninhabitable cavern. It is to think what it means to breathe, the latter easier with the former subdued. I findContinue reading “‘Tyler’s Poem’”
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Writings Of A Queer Mind 