Out. I’m out. Mum, I’m gay, I texted her. That’s nice dear. As in you’ve renamed yourself, or like two poofy men? Homphobic bitch. Out. I’m out. Striding through the Autumn morning in my walking shoes Seeking solace in the beauty outside me from the rage that churns within The grey blanket of the pre-dawn […]
OUT by Zoe Xanadu
