fragile
our blood and skin hang together by threads
we float through invisible clouds of thoughts, feelings, words
taking little a moment to disrupt the artificial ebb and flow of daily life we've created for ourselves
we pass the animal, broken and bleeding in the street, nary a thought for it's last moments
what it thinks
what it feels
as it bleeds out onto the pavement
what justice truly exists when an innocent thing can be broken apart so easily by an invention so foul?
life is an accident
no one wants to take credit for
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