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I chewed my water

as you inhaled smoke

we are only kids

incapacitated

beyond our control.

We are scarecrows

as the planet stays

idling

dallying

how can good exist

if we are clothed in scraps

discarded as burdened rubbish

cursed for being alive.

Oh well

I will munch on raindrops

swallow pockets of mud

praying for death

to be kinder to me.

–by Maria Mocha © 2023