A really old poem I wrote just as I was trying to get out of christianity, all the energy I had dedicated towards purging myself of evil and repenting went towards rage. I randomly remembered it when the election results came in. To all who are endangered by this result, we are with you. We must all rely on each other, we will get through this. It's not over yet. Wherever it is you draw strength, rely upon that. Whether that be in community or in my case the expression of rage.

Rage is an assurance that we will not forget the horrors that have been done.

RAAAAAAARRRRRRR *runs in circle* I REALLY WANT TO PRESENT MY NEWEST WORKS, BUT ALL IN DUE TIME THOU SHALT SEE.

(My poetry collection called “The Shapeshifter” is in the works). For a preview of The Shapeshifter there are some links to some of the featured poems in my introduction post.

As well as many more under the tag #the shapeshifter’s riddles

Tag isn’t working on this post but you can find it my intro post.

If my poems reach wider audience I will never be able to explain what they mean. Because I know what they will do. I have been hurt enough times to know what will happen. Read my words. Gut them of soul.

Draft from my upcoming poetry collection

Thou hath heard of cannibalism as a metaphor for love, prepare thineself for cannibalism as a metaphor for CLIMATE CHANGE

She-wolf (a poem by Morbid Midnight)

It's the end (an original poem, By Morbid Midnight)

Steady Now (an original poem about chronic pain, fatigue and mobility issues)