UnPoetia:Not yet a woman

Poetry for people who hate poetry

Almost there...

All the boys except the gays say my legs are the best they've ever seen.

The hair all gone from my newly formed chest,

Moonorb breasts contained in a bra. By far

My favourite thing about it, the best, these

Hormones, my testes

Have shriveled almost to nothing.

Absurdist dormant penis the last remnant of my manhood

I could deal with it myself,

A heated breadknife in the kitchen.

Binbags down to protect the floor from the pour of blood sure to issue forth.

With no great wish to die I fear the wound might bleed too hard too long.

But perhaps to gush so from between the legs would make me feel

More female, more human.

No longer a man, not yet a woman.