Lines Under Lines...

Between lines lie spirits,

Spirits once caged in thoughts.

There lie one's love, one's pain,

There lie one's little dreams.

There lie many questions and puzzles and games,

There lie one's self, one's knowing of the truth.

Do you know that girl who played with words?,

That girl whose lines were crowded with lines in between?

The smartest of them, she had kept for the end,

With a terrible message no-one did decrypt.

One night, watching the stars she wrote, "I own my gender but not my body"

And sent it to all she knew, to decipher.

But no-one read what she really meant

And the morning found her leaving her body,

Which she never really owned.