There are days I merely exist.

I breathe, I beat
I eat.

The whir of passing cars
Is all I hear.

Those days I play no role.

My hands are empty of purpose,
My thoughts sleep.

My body is neutral
Neither beautiful nor wrong.

I am nothing,
Yet something.

It is messily forced upon me
To shut up and watch.

I gaze out and over life.
It stares back,
Consuming me.

You never took up space,
And raged only in private.
I know.
I heard your natural voice
Before it was edited and rebranded.

But you've always been magnificent,
Ive missed you.

Back then your innocence was
hazardous to your health.
I know.
I loved you enough to hide you.

I held closed your wounds in the
maternal embrace of the closet.

You're older now.
You've outpaced the daydreams
that kept you alive.
Brandishing a loose razor
To cut only through the dogma.

You're older now,
And you hold all the power.
I've missed you.

She is the witch they burned 

The compassion they purged

The expert they scoffed

The healer they refused

The lover they daily used 

The dark night pathologised

The divine objectified 

The artist they buried

The joke they stole

The house they made smaller 

The teacher they silenced

And the outlet of their violence.

I have seen the hurricane

I have caused the avalanche

the firestorm met me where
I lay in bed at night

I want you to see my alabaster skin
And Pan Am smile

I want to show you my matted fur
and smoking breath

I want you to ask me why I'm angry.