when cis people talk about my pre-trans self its he/him and my name. when i talk about my pre-trans self she's a young girl and i killed her and dug her grave with my bare hands and one day i will lie down with her again and our bones will intertwine. you understand
i casked of amontilladoed her. sometimes i go down to the basement and lean against the last couple bricks missing from the wall and we share a drink. she was so, so tired, you know? and it’s very quiet down there, and she’s safe. the wine is very sweet.
















