I identify as a woman
but really I am
steel bones
forged in the heart
of a star erupting
into its successor
with diamonds in
my joints
and venom in
my marrow;
mythril muscles
knitted by the goddess
of revenge
but tailored to my bone
by forest sprites
weary of fire;
plastic veins
vibrating under my skin
every time
needles
eyes
scissors
or the monsters hiding in men
are mentioned;
blue fire
and lightning bugs
and punk rock music
and decaying charm quarks
wrapped in paper,
painted in crayon,
choked in ribbon,
drowned in books;
captain,
wizard,
queen,
debate mother,
teacher,
shadow.
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