By: Noemi Elliott
Come back, come back whispers the ghost of memories past,
a silver thread connecting the disposables,
shuddering at the intrusion of empty words.
Run as fast as you can.
A carnivorous carnival of caged
circus freaks clapping to the
beat of fear pounding against
their chests, crying tears of
unwavering belief in
freedom and the rights of equality.
Long will they wait…
for the bars blocking them
is built from prejudice, caging their abnormalities
into a confined space of control.
Come back, come back they whisper,
dirt covering the bones
of their empty words.
Run as fast as you can.