wb-rune

[wb-rune]

Hope

I gave up

On sitting in

My room

And waiting

For things to improve.

I’ve been dead

For years now

And I’m sick

Of waiting.

I need to push forward

And Live.

I need to Live.

[wb-rune]

Entropy

The idea

Of a constant

Continuation of being

Is more terrifying to me

Than a permanent end.

The thought of

Immortality

Is more terrifying to me

Than death.

An ending

Is all I have

To keep me from being afraid

To live.

Nothing would be worth

Being alive for

If there was no finality

To life.

Why enjoy life

If it does not one day end?

Death makes life

Worth living.

An end makes the way there

Worth it.

[wb-rune]

Grapefruit

Sunlight bursting from golden bells,

The sky a shimmering sea blue.

Locked away in a tower of shining silver salt,

A eggshell moon resides.

The wretched iridescent light radiates from sea-salt walls,

Casting over pale pink lands,

Leaving them white-washed and ugly.

The bitter taste of repulsion remains on the tongue of mother earth,

The sun’s rays fading into nothing behind the silver tower.

The pearly light once more leaks from spiderweb cracks in thick walls,

Leaving the land a tangled mess of snowy streaks and black voids of nothing.

The masses were enraged by the loss of the golden sun,

Tossing stones and rotted fruit at the fragile tower.

One night the webs of white light did not show through.

One night the people drowned in dark.

One night,

The moon

Was

New

[wb-rune]

Pack Bond

Kinship is

Borderline impossible

When humanity no longer

Clings to your skin.

Nothing feels right

When fear

Holds close

The ones you love.

[wb-rune]

Masc

When I was growing up,

I told my friends I was a boy.

I wanted to play with the other boys my age.

Only a few would let me.

I wasn’t really a boy to most of them.

When I was growing up I remember being mistaken for

A boy.

It made me happy,

I was elated, even.

And my heart was crushed when the stranger was

Corrected.

I tried to tell my parents that I was a boy

For the first time

At twelve.

It did not go how I wanted.

When I turned sixteen

I remember they made fun of the way I struggled

To pick a name

While singing me happy birthday.

My birthday gift was bra shopping.

I did not feel like a boy.

They made it hard to feel like a boy.

I left home

At twenty.

I was hospitalized a month later

I went to two hospitals.

The doctors and the nurses

At the second hospital I went to

Called me by the name I had chosen.

Why was the first time I felt

Like I was being seen as a boy

When I was in danger?

I had surgery.

I came out with a part of me

That I never wanted

Missing.

I felt free.

Why did I feel the most like a boy

When I was in hospital

For an ovarian cyst?

I started HRT in 2023.

I get my shot once every two weeks.

I move further from feeling like a boy

And more like something else.

I am comfortable.

I am free.

I am happy.

I am not a woman.

I am not a man.

I am not what I expected to be when I first told

My family

I was a boy.

But boyhood has been the kindest to me.

And I love

The thing I have grown into

Because of it.

I am closer to boyhood

Than I thought possible

As a child

And I love my life

Within the nuance

Of my identity.

Maybe I was a boy once.

But I no longer cling to the boy I was.

I am myself

As I am meant to be.

My identity lies within

The nuance

Of my person

And I am free.

[wb-rune]

𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚎

𝙸𝚝/𝙷𝚎

23

𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙼𝚎

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕! 𝙰𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚎! 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚝. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝- 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝- 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜! 𝙸𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝙳𝙼𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜!

𝙼𝚢 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜

#𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚂𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚜 - 𝙼𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚐!

#𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝙼𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

#𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 - 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜

#𝙲𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙰𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 - 𝙰𝚜𝚔𝚜!