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there is no air here


where the lies are thick as snow blankets

covering rooftops

truths buried

choked in the maelstrom of mismemory

blizzards of gaslighting

I will not support mental illness

you say

then question my withdrawing

erasure masquerading as love

you call this acceptance?


acceptance is the gentle reassurance of hands held despite public gazes. of correcting the misgendering of friends when they're too triggered to lift their own tongues/voices in self defense. acceptance is allowing room to love what you may not understand. it is moss growing on fallen trees, who surrender their height to become homes for new lives/loves. acceptance feels like home.

this, is suffocation.

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