Bound

And angsty poem about being Transgender

Open wound—bound—

just below the surface, he’s something whole,

clawing, scratching

suffocating

molding clay

holding frays—the snag—rag—flag—f**

for fiery fear it might tear

 

Open wound—bound—bandaged

gauging the pain, gouging the vein

under her skin, there’s no room,

no breath deep in her chest—

fast beating in her breast, heaving—broken bits—fits—it’s—t***

dressed but so, so, so very naked

 

Open wound—bound—bandaged—better—

fettered. He wears her skin.

Within, he’s something whole

and she—lovely wound—

he cannot live Without.

Author's Note

Ignore grammer problems. They're there for a reason.

Reviews

[Kaden Elias Sylvers]

The duality really works with this poem...my favorite line is "He wears her skin".
"Bound" is a perfect title, I feel like it has double meaning: bound as in bound to the wrong body, and bound as in binding
Very powerful poem! & strong imagery. =D

[DancinNMoonlight]

Nice format regarding the grammer. I am with my lover who takes hormones to be the person he/she really wants to be. Now he is becoming whole within as the heart heals, as well as sharing that comlete openess about whom he ~ she really "is'. Glad to see your understanding and support for transgender people! Very nice! :-)

[No use.]

I've fallen in love , perfect poem