Abhorrence
January 23, 2018
Abhorrence burns my fingertips
the tongue in my palms
coaxing...
the yells from my throat
it’s like barbed wire
on porcelain skin-
bound to scratch.
-Abhorrence
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Joshua Watford
If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you
I'm 15 years old in a small town and I'm a transgender man who's trying to get through one day at a time.