That lightbulb moment
Well it came too late
The glass had already been placed
across the flesh of my then
childless carcass.
Very thin,
so very very thin,
little resistance against my thick skin
With an infernal fist, i create rain
of light and glitter
it’s pretty,
it can be,
this Neurodiversity
Calfs crusted in piss and pinot,
tender arms and ankles of the girl dysphoric,
Because of you,
‘autistic’
because it wasn’t yet diagnostic,
but it is Pathologically ballistic
and it came too late, for me.
But I had it. That Lightbulb moment.
It’s not too late for you.
…………………………
RESCUE. And Thank you PDA Society.
Thank you.
