Shadowing shine,
trees hide the moon, branching out
as patriarchy.
Protector
Category: Unplugged
Denial
Bush fire-smoked sunsets?
Weather on hormonal spell.
Climate change… What now?
Imagine
Climate revival,
political sanity—
dream on, you’re free to.
When humans are gone…
Like moaning witches
with stretching skin, dragging robes,
sea beds, years later.
Destroyer
Cuts the atmosphere,
blazing through clouds in its way—
bushfire in the sky.
The Chaos Within 