Still the ghost laughs
Beware queer child
Before the door flung wide
Revealed, reviled
Verdict lying in wait, waiting
All this time
Hate, hating what they cannot define
nor dismiss
The open space between what’s mapped and what exists
You live on the cusp of it
Wearing masks
One day they’ll come
And you’ll be dragged away in chains when it’s done.

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