where?

they are everywhere.

I can’t breathe.

it’s the end — it’s the beginning.

literal cinder block through our windscreen.

                                        life over, round again.

I’m terrified.

Our world protects the coloniser,

                                        the rapist,

                                                           the murderer every time.

fringes?

GUNS.

guns are coming back.                                         medicine? private.

guns, yours. you toxic abusers win again.

                                        and again.

                                                           and again. sigh.