Submissions by juliemartha (Whoknowsanywho)

The sadist felt no guilt as it made its way.
I woke knowing it would be different today.
Aware and ambivalent, there was no getting away.
The darkness and weather seemed normal, yet new
Papers with words were flying silently through.
The echos of beggers similized all my cries.
Colliding together seeking to breathe and not die.
The hope, still lives we want to be done.
The opinion of others rose with the sun
Your selfish, your weak, how could you think this is fun?
Summer of 2014, desire approched and anger for what she had seen,
Gave her the crave...