wolf in sheep’s clothes, boy in woman’s clothesfag in a straight family, but which mask do you wear?can you still feel at home, impostor?can you swim with the school, knowing you are not the same fish?can you be what they think of you again?they think you a war-torn land, famine riddled,you are drought born, diseased and angryyou are all the things they see you as, and none of themyou are fire-...

the inevitability only makes it all the more crushingtorn fragments of paper consumed by theravenous flames