I woke up with a vagina between my legs / A permanently smooth face / And soft skin / And I cried because the nightmare was over
Ashes fell from above. Armageddon had its way and then moved on just as quickly to turn something else into ruins.
You live your whole life identifying as a boy so you expect to see one thing gazing into the mirror after putting on a dress: A stranger.
The waves rolled in and out, soothing the ear as they swept back and forth, like sand in a bottle falling from one end to the other. I looked up at Francesca. She had been holding my hand, guiding me across the coastline in silence for a long time. Was she quiet so she could better embrace the glory of the ocean? Or was she scared of being heard?
Light blasted his body, silhouetting him from behind, dust hanging in the air. Each gesture sent the rays of light dancing behind him.
A swarm of angry bees. Whirling like a hurricane. Buzzing, impossible to hear above the roar. They don’t understand. They weren’t there. They didn’t see him.
Her name was Julia. She had just graduated from high school. Her favorite movie was Juno. She liked playing soccer and tennis, and was going to school to become a something-or-other. She didn’t really know yet. Julia was the only person at the coffee shop that made Ariana feel like she belonged here.