Faceless and hidden
I walk forever and anon
To a nameless and unseen fate
Fighting through gusts,
—no, maelstroms—
in these storms
of hateful, biting sand
and baneful, boiling rain
I daily embark
—nay, continue—
on this journey
of dreadful paths
and vengeful wraiths.
BIO: Well, I’m a transfemme poet with lots of queer things bouncing around in my head and my poems, so I don’t see why this isn’t a good fit.
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