Message from a Trans

Caillen James -- Author

Click. Click. Click.

A flame sparks to life.

Blue and red and gold.

Burns the blade of the knife.

Flick. Flick. Flick.

Grey metal turns to black.

It chars as it heats.

And I hold my breath back.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

The sound of searing skin.

Slide the blade across my arm.

To keep the devils in.

The smell a stink that stings my nose

My breath it catches as I hold

In my hand the handle’s cold

Despite the flames that burned so gold

Before I broke into my skin

In hopes to keep the devils in

The only hope I have that’s left

My heart it screams inside my chest

But all I have’s this burning blade

And fear and pain is all He gave

For god abandoned long ago

The child that cried in deepest woe

For he knew not the life he’d lead

Or all the…

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