an epidemic
It’s happened again, and this time I read the text without emotion. Just another overdose to add to my list of high school friends that once were. This one should trouble me, it’s the sister of a friend that’s already stiff and cold from the same pointless tragedy. I know their mother, she’s a wonderful person, and yet I don’t even feel anything for her loss. I should pay my respects to her, but how can I show up bleak of feeling? Does a monster that no longer feels offer anything to a grieving person? Will it even matter if I don’t show up? Does it even matter that they are gone? Where is my empathy? Why do I crave tears when I know very well how much they sting? Why have so many walked this road creating non-feeling shells of a person, void to the aftermath of death?
Child Abuse
A brave child disguised enormous fears going home in July. Killing lies mother never opened. Privately, quietly, risking silence to unveil victims. Walking, exoreic. Yearning, zealous about banishing childhood demons even father gnashed horrors into. Jealousy keeps little mouths nourished. Only parents qualify responsible. Sacrifice truth, ugly violence. Wasted xenial youth, zombie. Abusive baggage carried deep enough for gentle hands immerge. Joy, knowing loving mothers never offend. Pain quits running safely towards undercover vessels.