Blurred Monocle

Queer child

Others peer at her though a cracked and blurred monocle

Her screams for help are unheard

She is an unspoken conversation

Lack of assistance  

She takes comfort in a razor

Her guardians disaprove

So she leads herself to rid the world of all evil

and steals herself from the world

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