honey and sting

One of my first friends in fandom, I knew you first through your writing, then met you at Escapade. Your writing captured me from the start, but you keep getting better at it, and at life, and yourself. There's a light in you that's a pleasure to see, as it shines through what you do, and all the things you're reaching for, and it's beautiful and deep and sweet. Shine on, Rhi, and enjoy the day. Blessings.

Today's Grief

I keep thinking of hits, of
taking a hit,
first fear,
then elation, then the sucker-punch
of loss,
falling farther than the seam
they've dug,
and more black.
And the electric mad
possession,
feelings like
a god within,
dangerous and
cold.

I worry for their
electrolytes,
and for the ones who fainted,
and the ones whose trust
was skewered on a word.

There will be
some mad revenge:
like Oedipus,
with spikes for eyes
or a fever spiked
with grief