Two Girls | ✓

Chapter Five

They stared as you entered,
your hands locked as one.
They wondered what had happened,
why you were suddenly gone.

The girl you'd called a faggot,
whose curves had made you laugh,
she reflected as the stars in your eyes,
as you together paved your path.

She kissed your skin,
your cheeks, your nose.
She cheered the loudest
in the crowd at your ballet shows.

You traced her stretch marks
with love and desire.
You'd be the first
to set her skin on fire.

Of all the different outcomes,
it would be you and her,
who together fought the standards,
who together outran the slur.

Two girls with synchronized
heartbeats.
Two girls who abandoned their
sinking fleets.
Two girls wrapped in nothing
but rainbow sheets.