dysphoria

tell me about the white lace
how it hints at the body
like wisteria on skin

tell me about the satin
how its mouth is unending
on the upsweep of neck

tell me about the corset
how it pinches the edges
like a bear trap

tell me about the femme
with the upended gender
the one on the edge of a
trigger

tell me how she slipped out of
her comfort
without meaning to
how the rooms of silk women
spun out from under her
how her name didn’t feel like
her own

tell me about the day she
peeled off her skin like burlesque.

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