tw: needles

my skin feels too tight,
it's stretched into a shape that no longer resembles me.

my hand trembles,
there's a used needle on my desk and a sharp pain in my thigh.

my voice cracks,
someone else asks why I sound like that.

my stomach turns into a pit,
another impossibly invasive question from someone who knows better.

my chest hurts,
another comment from someone I couldn't possibly correct, no matter how much they insist.

my eyes water,
another day of endlessly wishing I could have been born any other way.