“transmasc communion”

cw: mild body horror

what are we doing tonight? / I raise my hands

like the ceiling is crashing down

and both of us are praying / to whichever god'll take us like this,

with spectres interweaving themselves between our teeth,

aching / with iron daffodils grating aside our liver.

the friction will set us a fire someday;

it's like we can't get enough of the aching.

but make us a promise, yeah? tell us we'll be okay. / watch us

grow a little harder. ache a little longer. in defiance.

they don't know us like this. (there are dandelions in my belly.

I let them grow to keep away / someone else's body) /

this is my promise: this is my body, it's not shared for you.

I refuse to do this in remembrance of her.