Never thought about writing something like this till recent. In fact, never thought about coming out about this openly. But having recently met a few people who haven’t yet had the epiphany, that realisation that time won’t fix a broken mind, at least not until it’s broken all else around; I’m compelled to put pen to paper, or rather, fingers ...
The young mother dangles the baby up and down by its fresh umbilical cord, like a yo-yo, deciding what she should do with it. Super glue is dripped into the eyes of the man they think is the culprit. Pseudo-charitable youth activists sit to talk about problems and argue with their prosthetic ideals. Hymns flood the air as the attrition-ists ...