I DON’T…

Michon Neal
3 min readFeb 8, 2018

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Need to imagine the eternal flames,

It's called inflammation;

My fibromyalgia ensures I burn from the inside out forever and ever, amen.

I don’t

Need to fear the screams of agony from the Damned.

They rise up from the silenced, the murdered, the abused.

Sometimes I'm the only ears that hear them.

I don’t

Need to imagine the worst;

We victims already aren't believed,

We Black nonmen already uncherished,

We impossible people already don't exist

To you.

Onticide is...

A hell upon Earth the hueless, the Soulless, The Swarm, created.

They are not legion; they are mass-produced putrid filth.

Who else would give abusers more power?

Who else would turn the innocent into monsters?

Who else would leave us for dead?

Who else would create purposelessness?

You condemn us to Hell without realizing you've already made plenty of one for us here.

Genocide, medical mistreatment, lack of access, shame, exile, revile, scapegoats.

We built your glory from our bones and you have the caudacity to call it alchemy.

You've not yet stopped sacrificing trans queer ebony and Onyx bodies on altars built upon the piles of Obsidian faggots you light with glee and ignorance.

"Hell is other people" say people who've never been spit on or denied housing or stalked for years.

When they beat our ass you dare tell us we deserve it, but for what?

For... existing?

You accuse US of being the molesters, the corruptors, the downfall of Man,

Without acknowledging the First Man was The Bitch, and would take none of your shit, and would allow no Hell to exist; only freedom.

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Michon Neal

Writer. Lover of the cosmos, books, nature, and anime. Deals with disabilities of the physical kind. Creates ways of healing and learning.