social suicide.

social suicide.
sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can sometimes
kill
or be killed, an atmosphere of violence
without ever laying on hands.
explains why no one ever heals.
a spell from
dnd
me, do not antagonize me.
relaxed, spellbound by the people
and the horror they are capable of.
the world is a society of murder.
every day someone’s dreams
die in their hands
like the children in the wars.
wars that happen because of society’s
dark side, the cold side.
the cold of a dead body,
still warm to the touch,
but cold to each other.
i could not bear the cold.
i am highly sensitive
to heat.
i moved away, with the others that were rejected by
themselves.
an outside view, when the outside is safer.
envision a winter cabin, where leaving is suicide.
the cabin is society, and it is colder inside.
the snowstorm is an illusion. leaving is suicide, not death.
the wanderers coalesce in groups of warm safety.
you have to die to reach heaven.
social suicide. commit.