on display | a poem

the dead act more from the heart

than the living I meet


did you ever wonder

that he might have been right when he said

fuck you

to your face, you prancing prick?


the dead meet me


I see feces in your eyes


everyday questions overwhelm me


play your music

my feet are blue

or cold

or dead


you burdened me with your silence

you had the words

but you swallowed them all

and bathed them in unjust fear


“I don’t get involved” = “this is wrong and I won’t make it right”

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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