The fox is born of shifting moons, of currents wide and deep, Where she and they are woven in the promises they keep. A demigirl, a femboy, drifting far beyond the lines, A genderfluid spirit that refuses strict designs. A therian soul trapped tight within a hyper-focused haze, Where ADHD burns the weary mind in a relentless blaze. The static sparks beneath the skin, a wild, electric hum, Until the rushing, aching brain is desperate to go numb. The ghosts of blood and broken trust howl fiercely in the night, The childhood bruises lingering beneath the fading light. They sought out peers to heal the wounds, but found a cold deceit, That forced the aroace heart to sound a desperate retreat. The armor thickened on the spine, the fortress walls grew tall, A lonely, hurting, yet defiant soul behind the wall. But then the barren wasteland breaks, and in the ashes stands, A steadfast, breathing sanctuary, with accepting hands. She does not ask for heated vows, she does not ask to tame, She loves the shifting pronouns, and she knows the secret name. She traces out the hidden scars, the fragile, broken seams, And fiercely guards the borders of their complicated dreams. She validates the phantom ears, the static in the brain, And offers up a quiet space, a shelter from the rain. With her, the tamer drops the keys, the silver fox runs free, And finds that in this fierce, platonic love, they finally can be.
