Mouse in a Maze of Teeth【POETRY】

Mouse in a Maze of Teeth

A man drops his suitcase;
A cross and gun fall out.
…
“Sorry Mist-.. Ma’am?”
I tell him I’m truly a woman
To hide what would have me persecuted.
His face an odd stare, his hand toward the gun,
“No you’re not.”
…
My body and my mind, usually disjunct,
They tell me to run.
But I cannot find my family;
They are all dead.
…
…
“You must be eradicated.”
..
For my life, must I never change?
Masculinity makes me want to shriek.
This body is a horrible prison.
There is no art, no authenticity.
So I left.
And it seems,
My heartbeat will too.