Megan Lynn Tocci > Writing | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community

"It hurts."

Don’t kill what makes you human, kid. It’s all we really have.

I want the unworthy to look upon aeons of wisdom and warfare in these steely eyes and tremble.

I want to remember, in the falling apart moments, the moments I feel whole.

Maybe I can keep myself ignited too.

Maybe it’s not.

We fall asleep to the white-noise of gunshots on screens.

Some of us look for thrills. We start our hearts with black-box pills.

We’re out of sugar again.

Shadows fall across an old rail-yard.