The Last Days of Sara

• Photographer
  Elena Paraskeva
• Prize
  Honorable Mention in Fine Art / Portrait

Saro used to love his feminine self, the one he called Sara. But when the cuteness of a little boy wearing skirts passed, the insults and the slurs begun. He did not come out of the closet, he was forced out of it..forced to view his body as the beginning of sin and perversion. Shame lingered like an undesirable guest. He often thought of Sara's name on a gravestone perhaps accompanied by a suicide note. He was now more ghost than flesh and he stopped praying for answers. He quietly walked into the closet with all the other skeletons, closed the door and waited to die without a whisper.