darkness constantly flooding his consciousness

choking him like smoke, smothering

any light there before

blackened now

when the cloud rolled in

my back was turned; ignorant

hadn't there always been

a storm there

noticing him only when he

screamed. i saw the smoke turn to tar

engulfing him. i cry out to

unhearing ears

as children, i often bullied him

did i plant this parasite feasting

on his happiness

it's my fault

that sweet, blonde, baby boy

chubby cheeked, eager for life

my own doll to love

to protect

he keeps sinking into the tar; he's lost

his only weapon against it: hope

how do you keep someone alive

who wants to die

-written by Beverly Setzer

Photographed by Gabriel Hernandez.

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