so who will

die today?

will it be the

boy with blue

hair who is

abused by his

transphobic mother?

or maybe

the girl with

fire in her eyes

who just can’t seem

to be enough?

or maybe it’s

the person on

the hospital bed

with a shaven head and

shadows under their

eyes?

or maybe it’s the

person that you

accidentally bumped

on the street, who

smiled and said

“it’s okay” and

continued with their life?

so who will

die today

from the many,

many pickings in

the pool of life?