This room

Is a time capsule.

Letters from him

in the bedside drawer.

Pictures of her

tucked into the mirror.

There are skeletons

In my closet.

Dresses I wore when I was

trapped in my body.

Art I made when I was

trapped in my mind.

A history

Is here.

Fragments of my past

in the third drawer down.

Secrets scrawled in pencil

under the painted walls.

Are they mine?