This is my first poetic composition. It contains 29 pieces; all of which, I had written during the first year of my transition.
Cursed Excerpt 1
I wanted to add a small section of my first chapter of “Cursed”. Thank you for reading. -Sylvie
The face I wear.
Tired, lonesome, fair.
Scratched with fine razor.
Smoothed with sandstone.
Altered from the pour of Freyja’s brew.
May this magic mask my madness.