By: Zoe Supan
Graphics by: Crismhil S. Anselmo
Photo by: Aliza Belle C. Dayao
He wakes up as a she that can be.
His eyes fixated on a mirror, staring down at the figure in front of him.
It’s hard to see, but she sees himself in there…
She just has to get herself out,
out of here,
out of him.
He proceeds to claw on their face. Down and down, then up, then down, aggressively sculpting its cheeks and chin.
Up then down then up again, do it ‘til blood drips, ‘til scabs form, ‘til scars take shape.
Find her in them, hiding in him, nestled behind his muscles and bones, deep down inside where only she, not he, can see.
and after all that,
she’ll see the she that he is.
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