Eyelids close, forced shut by the onslaught of pictures playing. Though from a distant memory the car still shook. Hit the turn around, gravel kicking up the get away screen, park, wait. Check the time just to be sure.
And then he came out of the house. Absent, vacant, slow movements for a being such as himself. But he was there. Somewhere.
Fists slam from behind and soon I'm doubled over. Hit after hit I forget it's water. No, unfortunately it's tingles and warning signals. Too inexperienced, too focused on everything but the one thing that was my whole part in this play.
She is not to blame. Even though the striking blue and gold shined like 3 spotlights in the sky, they continued to go unseen. Cloud cover for some, shades pulled down for others. Still I am sorry. This world doesn't comprehend cruelty to these extents. It doesn't want to. Voices are quickly silenced while shuffling between scared, ill equipped workers.
Dedicated to D, M, and the little one who lost themselves before my eyes, my work to ensure those who harm are removed as societies burden.
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