On Edge

You are not reading the post I had prepared for today. The hot vomit of my pain Attacking the confusion this old gay man feels in the Rainbow tribe of 2025. Written in blind fury.Staggeringly numb. On edge, teetering on the precipice of oblivionUnaware of its grip on my heart. This heart, clenched. These guts, a slithering knot. My presence in this moment; Impossible. The venomous edge stalks like…