For Chelsea

it wasn't hard to find her

on the internet

I used her first name

followed by what she's famous for

it's been only six years

but I can still remember

her pixie cut, her coming out

to a room full of strangers

in a city I don't really remember

with a winter that found me

taking off my scarf, dismantling

myself in front of people

who I'll never know

outside of a single room, in a

city where the snow hit me

like gunfire, each snowflake

a unique bullet meant to kill

we all had our seats,

every week, it never changed

when she talked

she was so out of breath

it was like she was trying

to run from her own thoughts

group therapy is interesting

people come and go, but

I'll always remember her,

how the winter seemed to

contain her in a snow globe

frozen, lost in a storm only

she knew of

I hope she found her voice

one she could use outside of

that room, one that can hold her

and keep her safe from the cold