Planted borderstones wrought from thigh bones. Calcified pillars depicting boundaries. Clearly written warnings posted on the back of throwaway messages, and nailed up in plain sight. Ignored by nascent youth, cake asmear from hand to mouth. A thunderclap of silence rewarding reflexive, petulant demands. Suffocating the misplaced fury without the use of a mouth. Not anger, but rage. Not guilt, but shame.
12:46 a.m. - 2019-02-05
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