they didn't cast us out for sinning. they cast us out for telling the truth too beautifully. for writing boys like sacred curses, for loving in ways the gods couldn't look. they are salvation personified and they want us to be holy. and we're slowly choking on insanity.

we ain't safe here. they want us gone, boy. they want us gone.

so we write. we mythologize what hurts. then dress our wounds in metaphor, give our funerals a spotlight. we take the parts they called too much, too strange, too broken... and make them divine.

this is the reason why we're banished from the heavens.