July 6, 2016
By Anonymous

blood of the youth is her mortar,
smothered pleas her bricks,
they say she reeks of Hope
the filthy sinner

this juvenile soldier
bleeds for change?
the foolish girl

love over logic
heart over head

relent, they say

time will mold you
you’ll see

she will douse their words in gasoline
she will dodge daggers and laugh
she will ink her skin with their doubts

and so she is introduced
to the quiet terror
of being alight
in darkness.

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