i doodle to pass time, to relieve my tension, or to dispel fear. but
these last few pages i have fixated on an image i can not release.
perhaps an image i can't even see.
top surgery is in ten days.
and the i don't know regarding what is to be,
could be more easily quelled if i allowed it to be curiosity. if i asked myself the important questions.
will my body remember the strokes, the motions to pull me thru water?
will it feel how it felt when i was a child?
will my body join the waves?
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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