ThreeA Poem by Abigale LeCavalier
Three
I had been lying here for three days before they found me, all sticky and sweet.
I had in my right hand a fist, and a clump of his hair in the other.
But I couldn’t do much about the knife sticking out of my neck.
It seems he cut me to the bone, in more ways than one.
And I could swear I heard the coroner giggle, when he peeked under my skirt.
As if it were a secret, or something?
In the end I didn’t feel bad about the situation I was In, just a little embarrassed, because my hair slipped off when they lifted me from the floor.
The floor I cleaned, three days ago. © 2010 Abigale LeCavalierFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on November 20, 2009 Last Updated on August 30, 2010 Tags: women, trans, tgirl, transgender, transsexual, MTF, FTM, GLBT, LGBT, queer, gay, transition, poetry, poem, real life, bi, gay pride, Abigale Lecavalier, Abby LeCavalier Previous Versions Author
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