FIXTURES; UNFIXED

Funny, isn’t it?
How things change
after lying stagnant for so long.
Mentally, physically,
microcosm.
Torn down walls, fresh breaths of paint,
macrocosm.
As though the frames that held you
need to be torn down all at once.
The gender you were.
That wardrobe you hated.
Structures in life
you were born to negate.
But remember with every look you take.

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