Vivre et laisser vivre

Aggressive winds,
banging on the panes
made of frosted satin,
pellucid moistness
within closed doors,
dripping down the glass,
with heavy steps.

The closet—
a home to piranhas
with gills
of frozen and bloodied secrets;
curtained off
from the world.

How many more self-immolations?
to let live in peace,
the freedom of choice
held captive;
in a society
enshrouded in the darkness
of stigma and discrimination.

©songbriti

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