Nothing left but shadows growing longer
Down respective alley ways
What’s right or what’s wrong never mattered
Only pain
Only, pain dictates distractions
Pain in all types
Self inflicted wounds bleed
Covering innocent bystanders
Victims
Victims victims everywhere and not a soul to care
Who speaks for her
Who expresses her rage
Who reaches into the cage
Only hands that feed
Feed the narrative in her mind
That she’s too little, too much, too gentle or too rough
But the only too to matter is the one after me