“Don’t perceive me”
You roar from your depths.
Totems of your existence,
hidden from view
By the smoke they burn in your eyes.
Petals still bloom on
the tallest trees
that reach for the skies with you.
The warmth on your skin
is from the light you project
and the sun god in your soul.
Their whispered words
will never pierce
your warrior aura.
The smoke will dissipate
and monsters will fall
So you can soar again.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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