Incubate (Charlottesville)
by Eden of @the.autisticats I. here is the place the place we stood the place we understood the place we stand the place we understand II. they are screeching in the distance voices and wheels, one vehicle of persecution hear the monster roaring louder there is a ringing in your ears then a shockwave III. your sister clings to your arm stumbling wailing and you’re empty when you try to speak because you're at the center of the storm IV. scream and rip out the sinews that bound your heart together they have now been cut let go of them and watch them fall into the tear gas and the blood V. and when you are ready tend to the fragile, the injured, the weak whose colors have been spilled on cobbled streets and grassy hills please incubate their souls
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