a dream i had:
when you die, they take your
image and rewrite your story
then become you in a game.
you are dead:
in your next life you are part
of the software, like a glitch,
but present with everything.
every time we talk now
we say goodbye faster
online status: invisible
dont cry when its over
smile cuz it happened
is a suicidal mentality
a little silence cant kill
me but you wish it did
this ribbon of consciousness
doesn’t end until i’m dead
and even then, beyond
life or pain or pleasure
i will still be at this.
unfuckwithable.
realities ain’t
a thing.
as difficult as some things are
being a trans girl, i do not wish
to be cis in this life, or next life.
keep your three-dimensional
illusions off my celestial body.