a story of coming out
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greenleaf
greenleaf queer writer of colour.
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my coming-out experience. a poem.

a story of coming out

part i.

quiet words in the

quiet words in the stillness of the night

quiet words in the stillness of the night hope as a red balloon in your chest

quiet words in the stillness of the night hope as a red balloon in your chest the room a dark veil with the weight of

quiet words in the stillness of the night hope as a red balloon in your chest the room a dark veil with the weight of promises

quiet words in the stillness of the night hope as a red balloon in your chest the room a dark veil with the weight of promises pressed against your eyelids

(and disbelief is a feeling

(and disbelief is a feeling of broken hands, broken hearts;

(and disbelief is a feeling of broken hands, broken hearts; of having your

(and disbelief is a feeling of broken hands, broken hearts; of having your worst fears

(and disbelief is a feeling of broken hands, broken hearts; of having your worst fears realized and

(and disbelief is a feeling of broken hands, broken hearts; of having your worst fears realized and thrust upon you.)

part ii.

"mom, i'm -"

"mom, i'm -" "i don't believe you."

mirror: green, water-spotted

mirror: green, water-spotted tiles: pale, cold, bleak

mirror: green, water-spotted tiles: pale, cold, bleak you: a red blotch against the

mirror: green, water-spotted tiles: pale, cold, bleak you: a red blotch against the white of the shower curtains and

mirror: green, water-spotted tiles: pale, cold, bleak you: a red blotch against the white of the shower curtains and your breath is fire in your chest

mirror: green, water-spotted tiles: pale, cold, bleak you: a red blotch against the white of the shower curtains and your breath is fire in your chest your anger a tidal wave of

mirror: green, water-spotted tiles: pale, cold, bleak you: a red blotch against the white of the shower curtains and your breath is fire in your chest your anger a tidal wave of dread

mirror: green, water-spotted tiles: pale, cold, bleak you: a red blotch against the white of the shower curtains and your breath is fire in your chest your anger a tidal wave of dread (why)

mirror: green, water-spotted tiles: pale, cold, bleak you: a red blotch against the white of the shower curtains and your breath is fire in your chest your anger a tidal wave of dread (why) fear

mirror: green, water-spotted tiles: pale, cold, bleak you: a red blotch against the white of the shower curtains and your breath is fire in your chest your anger a tidal wave of dread (why) fear (w h y)

mirror: green, water-spotted tiles: pale, cold, bleak you: a red blotch against the white of the shower curtains and your breath is fire in your chest your anger a tidal wave of dread (why) fear (w h y) smouldering tears welling in your eyes

mirror: green, water-spotted tiles: pale, cold, bleak you: a red blotch against the white of the shower curtains and your breath is fire in your chest your anger a tidal wave of dread (why) fear (w h y) smouldering tears welling in your eyes (WHY)

fingernails digging crescent moons into your skin

fingernails digging crescent moons into your skin words as coals on the inside of your mouth

fingernails digging crescent moons into your skin words as coals on the inside of your mouth the cold bath lights and house spiders the only listeners

fingernails digging crescent moons into your skin words as coals on the inside of your mouth the cold bath lights and house spiders the only listeners to your whispered fury

"i know who i am."

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