theyvare one and the same. a double barrelled shotgun to my soul

he is she. they bith trigger me. and i think i was so desperate to make it work with him as a substitute for the eternal brokeness i share with her.

years of microaggressions have taken their toll. i fight daily to have the workd acknowledge and respect me. i come “home” and shod feel safe and acknowledged abd all of that. instead it is another battle.

weary soldier lay down your weapons and cease to fight.

don’t worry. i am ok. this is no veiled threat of causing injury or death. just spitting out the poison I have been holding in my mouth.