Beneath the shattered glass sky
They point fingers like knives
Calling you the monster
They can’t face in their own mirror
Don’t pay them no mind

They preach with closed mouths
With empty eyes
Feeding fear to the blind
But there you are
The rainbow flame in their church of smoke
You rise from the filth
Lips smeared with glitter

While they…read more

Dear Unsealers…
I have but one goal in 2025, that is to keep speaking my truth. 25 and 13 are always my lucky numbers; this year is my 25th anniversary of my first spoken word performance and I will have 13 years sober.