Whispers from the Fire: More Poems that Burn with Truth…

A pale, androgynous figure with hollow eyes stands in a dark, gothic forest while a shadowy snake coils behind them. In the distance, a masked silhouette emerges from the mist, evoking themes of betrayal and haunting identity. The image is painted in muted tones of black, gray, and brown.

Heterovert

You wore my mask and whispered my pain as yours. But I knew. Even behind your smile, I smelled the rot of erasure. Your queer was my gag—But I sang anyway. I flew anyway. I remained whole.

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A hooded executioner stands over a kneeling prisoner, guided by a priest, as a raven circles above a castle crowd

They Came for Me

A gothic prose poem whispered from the block. As a condemned soul walks toward his final moment, time slows, beauty sharpens and memory bleeds through silence. He does not beg — he remembers.

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Whispers of Protest: More Social Poems to Shout…