genetic by Anonymous

most days it feels

as though my bones

have sprung up from

a well of titanium but

the last few years you

have been carving

your name in perfect script

at the base of my spine,

sprawling your way up

to my ribcage up to my

chest up to my throat and

the worst part of it all

is that you've left it with me

as i wait for the dark

to fill my eyes until i can't see

you sprinting back to him

I'm a writer from Hollister, California, learning to be at peace with my struggles, my strentghs, my queerness, and myself.