Invocation of Winter

I will do tonight what I hate,

reduce myself to empty state.

Unheart myself, dislodge the clot;

see the pain but feel it not.

shush my choirs, dispel my covens;

dispassion my furnaces and ovens.

Cool my soul to ice and flint,

make emotions rare and skint.

Free my tongue of emotive tastes,

dry my lands like salty wastes.

Unhuman me to still the pain,

so at least this night I might remain.

Winter steal it from my chest,

so I might find some time to rest.

Winter pray my heart to keep,

here to lay me down to sleep.

-o0o-

Behind the Wheel

I've always held a mild contempt,

for folks who say,

"when you grow up,
you'll no longer care,

for what others think of you."

It's ignorant in two respects.

Firstly,
I have grown up.

Secondly,
I grew up precisely because I knew,

that there were people,

who's thoughts of me,

could have prevented me,

from ever growing up.

Growing up care-free is a luxury,

a privilege.

Just because your streets,

are calm and empty,

don't tell me to walk blindfolded,

over the tumultuous highways,

that you don't even know exist.

Don't pretend that cars,

don't exist,

because the headlights,

aren't facing in your direction.

Don't pretend vehicular homicide,

doesn't exist,

because you've never been run over before.

Don't pretend blood,

doesn't exist,

just because you've never spilt any.

Especially,

from your vantage point,

behind the wheel.

-o0o-

To Heal with Hate

You that peddle flesh as freight!

Filleted, sliced, and stuffed with hate!

Will corpses rise and live again?

Bewitched by bigotry and "amen"?

Are wounds healed and bones unbroken,

by skin that's white or polished token?

Are children saved from evil here,

by invoking evil there?

-shanked off the rotisserie spear

to be otherwise laid bare?

You can't invoke your children's blood,
to justify your acts of hate.
You can't use their ashes to justify,
your white supremacist state.
You are the violent hand that cuts,
the whips that beat, the clubs that break.
You can't invoke your violence here,
and say it was for your children's sake.
You drove the wheel that brought us here.
You fanned the flames that stoke a war.
What battle could you possibly wage,
to raise such "peace" that you fight for?

-o0o-

CW: Rape of children, Racism

This was inspired by this hateful blog written by some racist moron using the bodies of raped children to justify her racism:

and my response: