Active War Zone
New friends and beautiful Allegheny sunshine
gave the impression things would get better.
Momma and I needed to do some healing and
wemade sure to make lots of new acquaintances
so we'd have "love" and "support".
The weather changes quickly without warning
and I never saw the clouds get heavy and weepy.
A pitch-black, ten foot tall monster
ripped my friends and I to shreds and
our mothers were too shocked to stop it-
they ran
and fled
and our remaining scraps blamed each other for the
minotaur and the lightning storm.
This poem is about:
My community