Rayven II

by Rayven   Oct 14, 2021

Heaven feels like stability
inside these walls that don't
echo transphobia.

Self-care changes everything
when depression creeps into
bedrooms at night.

VCR tapes play fuzzy
memories that fade in and
out of consciousness.

Drinking poison never tasted
so bitter when the antidote
was over the horizon-

where the real healing begins.


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