all my rage remix
By Mae Fraser
these harbored flames are not a controlled burn. this rage is a wildfire. an unstoppable force of nature that spreads and spreads until everything is consumed.
wicked smoke, inky black plumes visible from space, ashes lining the world in your wake.
some get hurt or lost in the fire. you don’t mean to have victims as your rampage extends beyond your meltdown core.
you let the forge carry on. pile on the lumber, coals glow red-orange sunsets, those last moments of brightness.
this is what happens when the arsonist gets a hold of a match. the whole world will burn alongside with you, but at least you’re finally not alone.
strike it. light it. let it roar.
all this rage is meant to be yours. hold it in your hands despite your skin igniting, flaking and charring. no longer are your golden smiles shining upon those who think they deserve all of your light.
fuck being sunshine. be the surface of the sun.
*Title taken from All My Rage by Sabaa Tahir
Mae Fraser (they/them) is a queer poet, pagan practitioner, and hopeless romantic born, raised, and thriving in the New Hampshire seacoast. They have been previously published with Hobblebush Books, Hive Avenue, and Molecule: A Tiny Lit Mag. Find them online under the handles @maeflowerreads or @dazeymaes, or find them roaming bookstores, drinking too much caffeine, and singing their heart out in their car.