Windows

The people jumping to their deaths

out of the windows of buildings

engulfed in flames

and the people jumping to their deaths

out of the windows of buildings

not engulfed in flames

have something in common.

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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