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Antinatalist. Queer. Black lives matter.
Abolish ICE. Abolish the police.
Hope is a bird that dies outside
my window every morning...
It's raining, a gentle thunder
harmonizing with the persistent...
and i'm leaning against
a rusted Chevy truck...
and i'm sitting in the kitchen
again, tracing tiles that need...
it's the third week of
august and i'm eating...
Ink is my testimony; I pour it out and watch it bubble then boil until it burns my fingertips.
"Ready for warfare?", my mind antagonizes.
"I wasn't created for battlefields", my heart insists.
My heart is sick with grenades.
by Ben Pickard
by Lost star