Twelve Angry Women

I pledge to be the skeptic.

I have seen stories before storms

I have witnessed people’s thrashing.

As they try not to drown,

Pulling at everything they can reach.

Before anyone started paying attention.

When the terror finally infects another world,

Suddenly, it’s criminal,

Critical that we pick the scab.

Until it bleeds,

Again and again,

Never healing the injury

At the source.

I have learned that scabs

Are signs,

And I will not re-injure

In the name of justice

In a court room.

I will likely make the whole group.

Angry if I need to.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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