The Victim

Go away!
She screams as the crowd draws closer.
Her son is on the ground
bloody and weak.
What is wrong with you people?
Cradling his head, she weeps into the front of his shirt.

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The Voices

Tinted Mirror

Words Unsaid


A Flower Named You

Driftwood on the Shore

In Another Tomorrow

Lulled by the Rain

Mutilated Canvas

My God

Shed the Pretense

The Broken

These Wings

This Map You Gave Me

To the End