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And I feel the walls shake as I watch
Watch them walk
Watch them talk
Watch them cry with pain heavy like concrete collapsing onto freshly grown flowers…flowers not yet kissed by the morning dew.
She blinks, forgets the crowd, and then punches through the rubble pulling out the flowers. She begins waving them about violently, ferociously, furiously, clearing a path, relentless and without patience.
Petals and stems go flying about. Lilacs and roses in her hair, daisies and wildflowers destroyed as she slays her way through...
Through the unjust, the noise, the broken hearts and stolen lives, through the closed minds and unchanged eyes.
She marches through
Through the madness,
The madness, made by man and flowers, broken flowers in her hand.