i once saw a beetle smash a butterfly

my jaw stretches while i try to say something
something that won't burst like dust the moment
it leaves my lips.

silence

my dry, wordless tongue
prophesies my inability to help you.
prophesies -
such a strange word, change the s to a c
and you no longer have a verb, you have a noun.

strange

how little details deemed her worthy
of rejection.
i'll tell you what, she was more loving
than any of the people attached to
>>>pointed
fingers.<<<
i witnessed the mindless ostracization of a girl labeled

shunnable

because her sins are less common than the rest of ours.
all because her sins are less common than the rest of ours!

ours!

hours pass as i worry cry shiver ask myself
who will tell our children they're not monsters

The End

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