there are some people who need to sew their mouths shut and become just a pair of eyes (some ears attached to the sides of their swollen heads)
blooming from the laces they will bleed with strange flowering designs; they dig into the skin, marks of vulnerability
there are some people who need to be powerless and helpless
there are some people who deserve to be given no voice, to be wracked with sorrow and empathy until the walls of their filthy, rotting hearts erode and they will have no capacity to cry out because they are voiceless
and then they will know what it is like to be a victim.
*Scholastic Silver Key for Poetry
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