Despair

She trembles with fear Her hand shakes As the wine glass is raised to lips Ever thirsty Ever quenched Ever dry Ever hungry Ever spitting Foulness and stench All the children have been killed The mothers too She is the last one Some were killed with hatred and violence But most were simply neglected Until they ceased to exist She is the last one and She fears for her life And yet, For her death Sometimes she wonders...read more

Approaching

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Because My Shovel Kills

It is morning, the sun is shining, birds are calling and glinting dew is beaded along grass blades. Or, it is night, a moonless night, and stars are shining above the gardens, the neighborhoods, the beaches, the parking lots, the wars, the deceit, the lovers, the killers. In other words, You. Nothing changes anything. Because there is more than one way to read that, because of that time we drove in silence all...read more