To Rest • 10/23
CW: CA
October 12 Like multiple wounds constantly, desperately scabbing over in hopes of one day healing October 15 I wonder if he ever regretted it… Regretted it after seeing the look on the small child’s face, The look of pleading, Of novel innocence. They told me the three lines under your eyes indicated exhaustion I remember, as a child, seeing the lines come and go Dependent upon my night’s sleep Nowadays I don’t recall the last time I’ve seen myself without them. October 19 Bury me in the ground beneath which my corpse lay My body may be forgotten, my soul never Lay me down in the rocks beneath which my broken soul stands Body battered, bruised, and shaken
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 BluesDedicated
☆ to myself and for all those in a similar place
☆ to all of my trans siblings and especially my Black siblings <3