I should be writing horror today, but my words would have little meaning.
Instead, I’ll scroll through bitter outrage of a country that is bleeding.
I should be writing horror today, but tis hard to drown out the screaming.
When gunshots echo around another mall, live and gallantly streaming.
I should be writing horror today, but I can’t ignore this tide of feeling.
Of countless voices that rage and tweet at twilight’s last gleaming.
I should be writing horror today, but honestly what’s the point.
When those so brave, those so bright are free but to disappoint.
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