Mōrena, some friends and i are making our own complaints to rnz, is there any documentation linking RGE to the parents? we’re leading on lack of balance and the darkly ironic use of rainbow policy to allow deadnaming; this would mean additional weight to the complaints.

fuck! i am in this struggle

woooo!

Blind to it, but thrilled with the taste, it’s all over this form, pooling ground, feeding earth.
It joins too.
A weight of mangled meat covers the form, it begs to be free.
The flensing knives break the last bonds, separating what was from what is.

Those claws, sharper than sharp flex for the first time.
Mind, think, still, meat.
A scent in the air, riding over the death, eyes still blind, that scent has a taste and that taste is life.
Life for life.
The simple math of our existence.

I’m hollowed out, but already, through the nausea, I feel something new crawling to fill the gaps.
Talons spread through the ruins of my hands, skin of my limbs ruptured, something matt and dark showing through.

Only when I void myself does the reality sink in.
Here. I’ll die here.
Creak, split, crack. Bones snap.
No longer screaming, howls strain and cry in echo.
Teeth shatter loose as my jaw breaks it self in convulsions.

A foreign object obstructs my mouth, bile and spray cascade the opening.
I try to breathe, to clear my throat, I’m choking on my own tongue as it swells to a size no human would know.
Force in my gut, cramp in my limbs, tears at the digits, least five fluids seep out.

The shakes crescendo, and I double over, useless meat and sinew made fails to control itself. If sense was mine I’d ride this wave, might even if not for the pressure at the base of my neck, punting up the flaccid grey matter with the force of a ramming bull.