"He's in Here With Us. I'm Gonna Die."

Your last words are sent through a text
"I love you mommy. He’s coming."

And she will hear those words
like ringing to her ears.
they will stitch themselves
to the sockets of her core
and dig out holes till nothing
is left but blackness.

Your mother will leave you a voicemail
and she will tell you she loves you
and not 5 hours later,
she will wake up in the middle of the night
and feel something terrible has happened.

Later she will find out it’s too late.
You are gone and so is she.

There’s coldness in the hearts of demons.
And there’s sorrow in the world around them.

A gay boy will come to his mother,
he will tell her,
"Momma, I'm different. I'm not right in the head."
And his mother will hug him and kiss his forehead,
and tell him he is the bravest boy she knows.

Another boy will tell his mother
"Momma, I'm different. I'm not right in the head."
and he will be beaten, kicked to the streets
to suffer until his soul is but a shattered gravestone.


The world is a cold dark place.
The sky is broken.
The ground beneath us
molten lava.

There is hate.
There is sin.
There is war.

But there is also love.
There is so much love.
There is so much kindness;
so much understanding.

Love will rule the world someday --

I pray it's soon