Tuesday, September 8, 2020

The Voice of Division


 

It was a black hole.

A nasty, filthy, dirty emptiness.

It was dark and damp and

creatures lived there.

You couldn't see them,

but you could hear their voices;

their ugly words;

hate-filled speeches;

statements with a single purpose:

to propagate divisions.

 

It was a hole of emptiness

stuck to his face

where a mouth should have been.

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