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I have my fair share of cracks and scars. I’ve been drowned, suffocated, frozen beneath a lake. I’ve been through fire and storms, Sha...

Thursday, September 18, 2025

System Shutdown

Code written for a computer not processed and activated.
A memory chip that wasn't inserted the right way. 
A blue screen freezing all functions, rendering them useless.
Time stands still as the clock on the wall ticks.
Adding fuel to the flame, not blowing out candles,
Fan is blowing steady, yet the firewall climbs.
Motherboard detatched while the key is stuck on the spacebar
Filling space with nothing.
Holding ctrl alt delete but keyboard unplugged.
Nudging the mouse but disconnected.

Monday, September 1, 2025

Right To Remain Silent

I'm not mad,
But I no longer want to talk.

We started out great friends.
As we grew closer, our bond grew stronger.
We bonded over our traumas,
Over our trans identities.
We bonded over German
And both of our achievements.

As time passed, you concealed a growing hurt.
Understanding your position, I sought reconciliation.
I had no idea the mountain I was willing to die on
Would be the beginning of a mountain I had to climb.

Our balance scale shifted towards you.
I saw you hurting, so I gave more time and energy, too.
Little did I know how much I'd be drained.
Little did I know we'd become estranged.

Your crises came up, and I was there.
My crises came up, and I saw no care.
Still, one more arose, and it was beyond my scope.
I called for help to prevent lost hope.

Little did I know the wellness check checked the box
That finally made your facade snap.
I only realized after that fracture
That bond was a trauma bond.

As calls grew in number,
I became detached by the hour.
As calls grew in number,
I learned to take back power.
I never realized I was feeding the cycle,
That my kindness and understanding were your feast.

Today, I use my right to remain silent.
As I wave goodbye,
I wish you the best for your healing and life.

The Filter

I called the tools to help you,
But they handed you the hammer
And you tried to break me.

Dissonance has me going
Black white
Left right
Yes no
Should I stay
Or do I go?

Sacrificed sleep
Thinking I was saving your life.
Every call, text, and cry made me blind
To the abuse and being used.

Seems I'm familiar with your doppelganger
And the real you is a stranger -
A stranger who put me in danger.

We sang the same song,
But you were always a bit off-key.
My harmony fell flat
When you stole the melody.

You wrote a book but left out the footnote
That you were the writer using me as the pen.
When you left to write fanfic
Was when I learned I wasn't your first pick.

You sold beaded bracelets.
Little did I know
You were stringing me along.

Pouring from a crystal cup into a filthy sponge,
Your water came back to use me as a filter again.

Neglected and Failed

You knew better. 
You. Knew. Better.
I was a classic example of your research expertise,
But when I asked for help,
I was faced with neglect.
With "I don't know"s.
With "No more extra time."
With "You wouldn't be a good example."
You could have helped.
You chose not to.

See, I was blind to this.
Behind a fractured skull, I had fractured thoughts.
I couldn't see through your smile and department praise.
I couldn't see that it was you who left me to
Claw.
Collapse.
Drown.

You failed me.
You. Failed. Me.
By giving me a C, you failed me.
This grade was not a reflection of my effort
Of my determination
Of my desperation
Of my fight.
It was a reflection of your neglect.

Of your neglect to help an injured student.
To apply your expertise to a student staring you in the face
To show a sliver of understanding to a student who tried to keep pace.
You looked a student in the eye,
A student who was trying,
And you said
"No. Not good enough."

I exceeded expectations,
But you expected me to be like everyone else.
You didn't trust a student you taught
To have learned from your teachings
To teach other students.
That's a reflection of your teaching,
Not of your student.

I exceeded expectations.
But you saw a letter
As a representation of a no-good resource to your next students.

You gave me a C,
Then failed to believe in me.
You failed me.
You failed your students.
You failed yourself.