est1920:

I felt my own bones break
So I could fit myself into your place
A hollow and empty sculpture made
Out of skin that was no longer
My own

And God, did I bleed
Tried to cover the red with roses
Believe that true beauty was constructed through pain
But every scar told me a different story

I read from my body
Staring into the mirror
At an unrecognizable face
And every word was new to me
Constructed in ways that made me second guess my own tongue

And though I got my wish
I couldn’t help but cry
Knowing my body will never be my own again

-a silhouette of conversion, a.k.

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