I thought that I had turned
One of my characters
Into a
Sacrificial lamb.
A
‘Canary
In the coal mine’
To warn society
About what
We are
Becoming.
But as I looked at myself in the mirror one morning
While brushing my teeth
A shock of fear shot through my soul
And shook me.
The character isn’t the canary . . .
I am.
And society will come soon
To eat me.
-C.H.
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