Breathe • 9/26/23

A collage I made based on the below poem

go to sleep
rest my head on this surface
wake up to dew on my shoulders
moss on my back
born anew

i need to feel the cold on my shoulders
the wind on my back
i need to know I’m alive

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I opened my eyes for the first time

The days melt today together as memories become one…
A continuing flow of existence with missing gaps throughout


To know that freedom is so closely within reach
Only barred by the confounds of authoritarian abuse
Fuck authority, I can take care of myself
IF YOU LET ME

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About lttv

letters to the void. is a collection of short poems on trans and queer existence amid abuse, on Black existence, on mad existence, and the writer’s journey out of imposed darkness

To the reader, please note that the traditional format of the lttv poems follow a chronological theme as the reader goes through the ins and outs of the writer’s life and experiences. Some of this formatting may have been altered or posted out of order to adapt to the Substack platform.

While the journey has been rough, I would like to leave you with these words that have encouraged me through it all <3

" come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed " - Lucille Clifton

“Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.” - Leslie Feinberg from Stone Butch Blues

Dedicated

☆ to myself and for all those in a similar place
☆ to all of my trans siblings and especially my Black siblings <3

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