The heart knows

Pressure grows

They must spill the beans

Lacquered wood—barred with lies

Hinges bend—out the rainbow flies

They must dare by any means

The bravest step by far

Barely leaves the door ajar

An identity entwined

Being a traitor of their sex

Is a blessing or a fatal hex?

A desire of something same as mine

“Go back to your kink and your twisted link…”

Said the mother

“…Seek your kind and destruction you’ll find.”

Followed the father