She bent over the bare page

and remembered the scenes

on the news and groaned

How to put into words

the horror and human degradation?


As someone thinks it’s a right

thing to snatch away lives,

break bodies like shells

and dreams and smash 

and crush into fragmentation.


She saw the bloodied floor

a cross high on a wall,

one bloodied corpse striving

to slip its nails and be 

present in the vile confusion.


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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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