Sense
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By River and Celia in Underland Published about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

Bleak. A Celia Wander.
All clear-
It makes sense.
Right?
Sense.
No.
Not really.
At all.
Not when you validate
Sense
In the abstract of logic.
Logic.
Funny, really—
Aren’t we all just slicing
Ourselves to get by,
Tracing the scars of our own
Disillusionment?
Realising—
The cuts don’t
Heal.
They reopen
Every time
A rapist walks
Free
Through the door of
Power.
Racists.
Born with -
Connections.
Sick.
Knowing.
The justice
We swallowed whole—
Forced down as kids,
Like brussels sprouts,
Choking
Dumb with trust—
Drunk on innocence-
The truth
We sought-
Believed in.
Like a fairy tale.
Is nothing but
A petri dish.
of
Corruption,
Multiplying.
Daily.
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River and Celia in Underland
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Comments (11)
Yes, this was a poignant read, Celia. Everything that troubles the world indeed defies logic.
slicing ourselves to get by. Yes.
omg! That was so deep and intense! I am definitely bookmarking this! You wrote this very well and it definitely resonated with me. Hugs!
I didn’t think your work could get any better…… wow! A Petri dish of corruption, multiplying. Holy moly. This was so good.
Pisses me off how true this is. And when you hear them speak of being the party of law and order, I just want to scream.
Very well-said. I'm so tired of the injustice. It smells like boiling brussels sprouts, too.
I'll take brussel sprouts over racist rapists any day. The things we are expected to just take, eh?
Fuckin brussel sprouts. Hammer meets nail here. Thank you for sharing such an important piece
This was so poignant and profound. Loved it
This is as powerful and necessary as it is anger-triggering! Eloquently said, pal!
I see you. I hear you.