Daisies, Death, and Dysphoria

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the Tranny woke up drenched in the taste of her own sweat, semen and blood.

she felt a massive aching pain in every region of her body. not a physical one, mind you

but the pain inside.

the Trap stepped in front of the cloth hung mirror and paused to herself

she turned to it

then raised a fist

and muttered "not today."





the Faggot made her way to the restroom

and glanced down upon her legs.

every inch

every micrometer

it was like a forest of fur

every day she tore out every strand, piece by piece

she ripped and tore until it was gone

and she was free

but once again

the Troon saw it

once again.




she let out a sigh of relief when she raised her pants back up.

the Femboy glanced upon the shattered mirror before herself

the mirage before her

she grabs a shard

then tosses it into the trash


the Trap looked at someone else's skin laid upon her own.

she just knew that she could break herself free if she tried hard enough

if she wanted to do so

if she wanted to become the Woman she meant to be

if she just knew

if she just knew that

if she just knew that lowering the blade, things would be better

if she just knew




the Dickgirl stepped outside for the first time in forever today

she covered as much as herself as was allowed

despite the beating of the sun, her hoodie remained high

her own Faggotry was in display for every poor man and woman to see

she's lucky that she lived another day

she has to work, she has to let herself into the world

the Futa looked at the reflection in the store window

he stared back.

she raised a hand and turned away

she hid her face

the Lady Boy hid and hid

then

it was gone




the Tranny returned home later that night.

her apartment all alone

she looked at her phone

the missed calls from family members

the texts of her dad

she can't bring herself to look at them again

she can't bring herself to relive it

the cowardly Tranny reached into her shelf

the Tranny reached into her self

she held it close

she grabbed the blade

she then looked into it

she looked at herself

she knew that it wasn't worth it

to keep being this to keep being this freak of nature to being this Herm to being this filthy filthy filthy filthy filthy




she placed it upon her nightstand

will it last another night

who's to say.

who's to say that she was worth living in the world after all.



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