You could be a comet and tear up the sky, if you wanted.
Destroy the sky and leave it to tatters, shreds, slits.
Rip up the atmosphere;

sitting next to the bathtub, sobbing.

I look at you and I know what it is
to fight for a body you love
while stuck in a body you barely even like.

I am proud of you for this- I see that fight,
and I am proud of you.

There will be a comet in the sky tomorrow.
Today, there’s a comet, wailing
on the floor
next to your bathtub.

© CarmeFormIhn