
Beatrice Iker
Poem #2: The Violence of a Thought
Updated: Dec 22, 2020

Poem #2 - excerpt from The Timeline of the Universe
Chapter: The Dark Ages
One day, a thought flitted across my mind, crashed into the back of my skull, twisted in on itself, ricocheted backward, avoided the tender muscles of my brain, and dissolved into my optic nerve - forever changing my eyesight
The thought was a simple one
You could leave
I could tell you the truth
And you could leave
What would I do then?
What would become of me?
What would become of him?
Would I still be me?
Would I still be him?
What would I do with the deceptions I had cut into perfect angles for my body? They would not fit on anyone else. They could not be sculpted into anyone else’s gender dysphoria
They were mine, and they were only built, they were only born in the context of you