my jaw stretches while i try to say something
something that won't burst like dust the moment
it leaves my lips.
my dry, wordless tongue
prophesies my inability to help you.
such a strange word, change the s to a c
and you no longer have a verb, you have a noun.
how little details deemed her worthy
i'll tell you what, she was more loving
than any of the people attached to
i witnessed the mindless ostracization of a girl labeled
because her sins are less common than the rest of ours.
all because her sins are less common than the rest of ours!
hours pass as i worry cry shiver ask myself
who will tell our children they're not monsters