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I see a crowd of people gathered around a cleared out space outlined by bright yellow caution tape. A crime scene. I hear the voices of children, teens, adults, and elderly.
One middle-aged man with a tired, stern face, argues with his wife. "There is no such thing as a victimless crime."
I AM THE VICTIM
A teen couple holding hands on look the bloody massacre. A beautiful, youthful girl sighs. "I really hope they catch the perpetrator..." She whispers.
I AM THE PERPETRATOR
An elderly couple make a resolve and hope for the best: "justice will be served."
I AM THE JUSTICE
A young boy tugs on his mothers shirt tail. "Mama," he begins, "why didn't a super hero save 'em?"
I AM THE HERO
But I couldn't save myself.
Subconsciously, I pull down my long, black, cotton sleeves to further cover my wrists. I grip my forearm tightly, reopening the most recent wounds. The sweet, crimson blood stains the sleeve of my shirt, coating it in a sticky, dark liquid. I push back my sleeve to expose a long line of deep, bloody gashes. Tears gather in my eyes and I close them. I feel a warm tear slide down my cheek and land directly on one of my cuts.
I am:
The victim
The perpetrator
The justice
The failed hero
I AM A CRIME SCENE
One middle-aged man with a tired, stern face, argues with his wife. "There is no such thing as a victimless crime."
I AM THE VICTIM
A teen couple holding hands on look the bloody massacre. A beautiful, youthful girl sighs. "I really hope they catch the perpetrator..." She whispers.
I AM THE PERPETRATOR
An elderly couple make a resolve and hope for the best: "justice will be served."
I AM THE JUSTICE
A young boy tugs on his mothers shirt tail. "Mama," he begins, "why didn't a super hero save 'em?"
I AM THE HERO
But I couldn't save myself.
Subconsciously, I pull down my long, black, cotton sleeves to further cover my wrists. I grip my forearm tightly, reopening the most recent wounds. The sweet, crimson blood stains the sleeve of my shirt, coating it in a sticky, dark liquid. I push back my sleeve to expose a long line of deep, bloody gashes. Tears gather in my eyes and I close them. I feel a warm tear slide down my cheek and land directly on one of my cuts.
I am:
The victim
The perpetrator
The justice
The failed hero
I AM A CRIME SCENE
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Thanks to YOKOKY for allowing me to use her art for the picture. Her work (both art and poetry) is really amazing so you guys should totally check her out if you have the chance.😄 hope you enjoy!
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o0h...BRILLIANT DONE- IT MUST BE AS A NOVEL- I TOOK it as the prolog my sweet friend!!!!!AND thanks for support
Justerday and Today Justerday the words coming so easy for me to say...
Justerday the light on my face was bright abs so sining
Justerday I was so very happy - having YOU by my side....
Today I am empty of all my words....Today I can't remember any song
Today I walk like a robot out of work,and I am heavy in my body and soul,
TODAY - I just don't know what is a smile- and my face is white as a ghost
Today- i even can't cre, have no more tears today...
THE GATE THE MAN IN BLACK OPEN THE GATE...we stay in a long rank of people...and we have the same clothes....the same fear and sadness on our faces -" YOU ARE GOING NOW IN A TRIP TO THE LIGHT"- he say
...and us ...ask ourselfs- wich kind of trip it can be?....man...woman...children....old and young- little born babies....we are going to see the light...as THEY say...NO ONE ask a question- cose we are not allod to speak- not to ask !
THE GATE IS OPEN...there is no LIGHT- is foggy- a smell of burn...and we understand.....
Goodbye....life !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WORDS
Our life is built in a funny way- there ARE some - words- who stop us to make thinks hupend- "DON'T"- as we see this word
...we feel a kind of pesimistic way to...."-don't try to be late !'..." -don"t smoke here - is a public place"...." -don't you eat so much "..."- oh...don't you know that..." - don't you dare to leave me after 5 years !""- don't GO OUT "- "- Don't lie to me !"...Don't walk "...don't walk on the grass- and a cow- in the grass, eating- send you a smile of victory...-"Please...just...don't..."
WE have in our life- another word, like..."why ?"...
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A N G E L STHEY LOOK AT US- AND PROTECT US DAY AND NIGHTS,23 HOUS EACH DAY - AND 1 HOUR BUT JUST 1 HOUR,OUR GUARDIENS SLEEP, with their etherichal wings around their bodiesthanks sweet frioiend
....FOR 1 HOUR -WE - ARE WITHOUT CONTROL AS SOME NOTY CHILDREN....after 1 hour,THE ANGELS OPEN THEIR EYES AND LOOK DOWN ...TO US...
ONE OF THE ANGELS SAY :
"- MY GOD LOOK HOW MUCH DAMEGE THEY ARE ABLE TO DO IN JUST 60 MINUTES !!!!"