The egg of my genders lay
spread on the mat
vacant and bare
runny like hunny
with a scent of wet hair
The whites of my eye
attempt to expand
Through the mucky place
where dirt accumulates
imprinting dust bunnies across my face
My yolk yellow form
sees no gender
Yet here I am in a milky way existence
with conforms and social norms
that cage in my resistance
The body of one
with a mountain of voices
in isolation I hang
But to find my soft sweet centre
fluff me up like a meringue
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ZE is just a creature trapped inside a human body trying to make sense of the world. Find them vlogging about organic sounds and movement here.
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