it absolutely is to be clear this is a post about oj simpson

The first Angel emerged from the spirit reactor as it melted down. Though it looked not like any angel depicted in human art, or imagination, or suffering, any who looked upon it knew that this was an Angel, and it brought with it divinity.

Now we are just deer walking on pavement wondering where did the forest go? Where are the trees?

To all the canceled trans women: I know we didn't mean to salt this earth, but we were left no other way  away from there.

I sought out absolution until I couldn’t anymore. I searched within the viscera mess of what remained of me. I could only begin to find it when I realized the threat she said I posed  was never to her. It was always to  something much, much greater.

to please, let me work this out, see, those are not privileges afforded to threats.

Whenever I tried to defend myself the  allegations grew worse, never detailed  but always all-encompassing, first manipulation, then abuse, then rape, I was never given the opportunity to take the rejection and move on. I was never given the option to defend myself, to offer apology,

I tore myself apart for this mistake of vulnerability. I ripped myself to shreds, what did I do wrong? How could I have done this?  I threw away the parts of me that held no answer until I was throwing myself off bridges, hoping to see answers in the rippling of the concrete water below.

It turned out shattering, isolation red-hot like a brand, my name an enchantment of destruction, a warning of danger, forbidden, burned like a witch, buried alive and for what?

Barely more than a child, I had made the mistake of vulnerability: “hey, wanna get dinner sometime?” to just the wrong person at just the wrong time.