eulogy for detransition

before you turn back
i want you to remember
the knife twist in your chest
at a few small words

tearing, dripping
blood-stained clothes
can only keep you warm so long

before you turn back
i want you to realize
there is nowhere left here
to leave your burden

heavy, straps worn
the path behind you
already littered with its viscera

before you turn back
i want you to know
the road gets thinner
before you step into the light

cramped and jagged
with glimmering crystals
to show you the way forward

before you turn back
i want you to think
how lonely
to never hear your name