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Today is a week and now it’s a month.
Lost and angry.
I want but don’t.
I grieve for a little boy locked in pain.
I feel his despair
but when I try to
I can’t get in.
It’s 1958, the monsters are everywhere.
They hiss faggot as I walk with my
They gather in packs and surround me.
I freeze in silenced horror and shame.
These monsters want me dead.
It’s 2016 and they’re back.
I know these monsters.
They killed me when I was six.
He doesn’t know
where he is:
beneath the weight
adults and children–
He can’t see.
He can’t breathe!
He can’t leave