Children strangled by their own voices. Hard learned lessons carved into life with a forked tongue. Learning from the terrible path of dishonorable mistakes. Broken hands pressed flat against blame. Mangled from trying to shape an unforgiving world with inexperience. A room full of not anger, but rage. Not guilt, but shame. Trying to take back words, like a bank robber trying to give back his spoils. Wall-to-wall foolishness, writ deep into perception and subconsciousness.

10:33 a.m. - 2018-11-12