“Faggot.”

It's a contagion, that's what it is.

"Faggot." The word spread like wildfire,

and it's suffocating like it, too,

it could be a rope around my neck instead,

or pills down my throat.

Words are bullets

that plunge into my mind,

bleeding me, savagely,

it's there, it's all right there.

Even my parents are saying it,

one behind my back, the other to my face,

"Faggot." A pestilence, a molestation

A murderer.