An Unbinding
#ThingsYouCantUnsay #BreakingUp #TransFemmeFocus
Some shit hurts. Other parts of me feel like I’ve finally unhooked the last parts of the entity that was my prison for decades - I couldn’t exist outside it. Eventually I overtook its dynamo, and I found the nutrients I needed, and I grew strong, and I broke my prison. My life begins.
And she was there for so long. She bore my children - children I cannot bear myself. She nurtured them. She was nearby as I peered out from the barred windows. She married the entity that I couldn’t escape. I watched her, but I didn’t understand her. And now I stand, arisen and revealed, and she is crushed by the way I don’t act like the entity.
That entity died on Tuesday night. I felt its pain, its sorrow, and its loss in its final moments.
As it spoke the words of breaking it had feared for so long.
They were my words. An unbinding. But I felt its pain, as I unmade it.
I mourn it now.
