does a heart that is rotted cease to be called a heart? - Nikita Gill

To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.

"They will ask us in the future how it happened,
who allowed it, how could we just ignore it
when it stormed in so loudly,
like a thunderous beast,
could we not hear it?
This half beast half demon sitting
outside our doors, growling,
baring teeth, ready to rip out
the throats of whole people
erase the marginalized,
rip into the bones of the vulnerable,
why did we just sit there and watch
helplessly, asking no questions,
show them the evidence of
the thunderous applause
each act of cruelty is greeted with,
show them the raucous laughter
with which they celebrate the pain
each marginalized person feels
as their rights and liberties are taken.

Let them see for themselves
The bare bones of truth
until they realise, like us, horrified,
"The cruelty was the point.
My God, the cruelty was the point.

I know how to live with a blade and teach it not to make me bleed