smell of fear

caked in this mess 

I cry out in the night.

blood

I am 

war-torn 

and nightmare-driven.

air

Opalescent acrylic paint, spare white cloth 

I transform myself into something new. 

night terrors

old memories 

make it hard 

to breathe today. 

I am not a freak

...gender issues.

canvas 

and medical tape 

and a whole lot of gritting my teeth.

I forgot what I came in here for

forgetfulness is a bitch.