We hide separately as a darkness begins to ravish us

metamorphic, erratic, it twists itself into our bodies

We can’t anticipate what it is hungry for

It consumes lungs, hearts, and minds

Pulls us into the ground, 

making hundred thousands of us rot silently

the majority of us not caring, not seeing, not wanting to see

Then some of us punch holes into our collective soul 

strangle us, gas us, make us bleed 

Can’t we understand we are an us

more the same then different 

some us scream, scream very loudly, 

But some of us will always be deaf to every voice besides the one they already believe 

And some of us will ignore, preserving the peace of their small worlds 

Leaving others to worry, to cry, 

Will I be safe?

Will my children be safe? 

No. No.

Because there are too many of us

No feels responsible but everyone is.

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