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Mar 2020
Scream into the
starless, polluted sky--
she won't forgive you.

Like banshees,
we shred our voices
with our horrid cries,
hoping to be heard.

So rip apart the skylights above and
shred the asphalt below
so that our mother might hear us.

Hear what?
                           our terrible
                                                apology.
sometimes all there's left to do is yell into the void and hope that she yells back.
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