frigid air

brought
stillness
the
sound
of
a
water
jug
cracking
on
this
icy
night
as
i
lie
awake
and
an
amaryllis
bloomed.

Here's the thing:

Here's
the
thing:
Personal
responsibility.
You
can
hide
behind
being
a
victim.
But
facts
always
remain
facts.
"marking each district with the cross hairs of a gun sight."
That
it
is
not
a
stretch
to
see
that
your
words,
to
borrow
a
cliche',
fueled
the
fire.
Of
one
who
was
lost
and
saught
shelter
in
hatred.
The
victim?
Really?
Take
personal
responsibility.
Remove
your
hatred.
Vow
that no further actions
will take
us
back.
That's
the
thing.

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