Nine Shorts - Net, Daseot, Yeoseot

Coming Out Comfort and meaning can be found In the draping of rainbow flags And the joyous stupor of marching Alongside understanding strangers. Absolved of the sin of lying, She now stands free. A new kind of love blooms within her, Big as a bright yellow sunflower And purer than Alpine snow. Anxiety Breathe in, breathe out. The crawling of the skin is real, Repelled by the way Prying eyes touch and poke and prod. Even if nobody stares, everybody stares. Breathe in, breathe in. If she breathes out the skin will crawl again. Breathe in, breathe in, breathe in, And hold. Depression No difference now Between her lifeless, shallow-breathing visage And the stains on the walls Left behind by negligence. Tired eyes follow ticking time As it slips right by her, Through the crack in the window And into the cacophony Of urban joy beyond.