Why Not This? Poem by Aria Lei
Why Not This?
Knives over glass,
Eyes cold as ice
Red and green flash before my eyes.
A black, charred cap.
Blood oozing from unhealed wounds,
The crackle of broken bones being jostled,
Burns from a fire long ago.
They say I'm crazy for thinking this kind of stuff could be real.
But if wars are...
If rapists are...
If murderers are...
If starvation is...
If ignorance is...
Why not this?
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