Inventory, by #BDF

20 Jun

I see only the frightened face of a child. It has lost all of its poignancy and all of its charm, it has not found use for humor in quite some time. It is red and short of breath and desperate. it bears the foot stomping stubborn mask that is nearer to rude than reason and a scowl nearer to cruel than determined. It does not understand the language I speak, nor does it have the confidence to try. It is unreachable and will bite a reaching hand that does not solely offer an apology and an admission of guilt. It is a dictator and a tyrant. It is an offensive thoughtless tosser of insults. And yet it is just a child. That means nothing. Cruelty knows no age, and does not discriminate. There are soft flowers that wilt and let seep the moisture from their stems. They fall to the waves and they are just beneath my window, I can look at them any time I want. This is where I am king. In the speck appreciation of the dirty death of beauty. And oceans of tears. It is my private kingdom. #BDF

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