On being trans 2: with more birds!

(being by all intents a toy (which i

don't mind, i have issues with

dependency and want to be)

and not allowed detention

from worries of my xy,

i have to have a biological sex. why

do you think i shave my legs at night?)

"i'm gone," i said, "that is to say

i'm not me."

above me crows began to croon

wailing "despair will come to you soon."

and, sighing, i replied.

"i have already fucking died."