Active War Zone

New friends and beautiful Allegheny sunshine

gave the impression things would get better.

Momma and I needed to do some healing and

wemade sure to make lots of new acquaintances

so we'd have "love" and "support".

 

The weather changes quickly without warning

and I never saw the clouds get heavy and weepy.

A pitch-black, ten foot tall monster

  ripped my friends and I to shreds and

our mothers were too shocked to stop it-

they ran

and fled

and our remaining scraps blamed each other for the

minotaur and the lightning storm.

This poem is about: 
My community

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