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Quiet Times
~Quiet Times~
There was a time
when massacres
were followed by silence.
Insects scrambled over bones
while beasts dragged limbs into brush,
crouched in shadows, ripped away flesh,
and ate.
~Quiet Times~
There was a time
when massacres
were followed by silence.
Insects scrambled over bones
while beasts dragged limbs into brush,
crouched in shadows, ripped away flesh,
and ate.
it helps me to remember that
it helps me to remember that we are not our bodies