The Trans Edge
Is razor thin and sharp. Cutting.
It can flay you wide open with your guts spilling out for all to see. Then drop into the abyss. Dark, black, emptiness. Loneliness.
freedom, joy, sunlight, warmth, love. Honesty. Truth. Awareness. Empathy. Companionship. Victory.
But the edge is razor thin.
No safe place down the center of that blade.