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They'll Eat Me

I thought that I had turned

One of my characters

Into a

Sacrificial lamb.



In the coal mine’

To warn society

About what

We are


But as I looked at myself in the mirror one morning

While brushing my teeth

A shock of fear shot through my soul

And shook me.

The character isn’t the canary . . .

I am.

And society will come soon

To eat me.


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