Violence

We're eating the violence.
Eating it everyday for every meal
and swallowing it down whole.

He cried then.
Cried for her, cried for him
and where he was and how he got there.
He bashed her skull in with a baseball bat.
She doesn't know what makeup is anymore.
Can't wear it, doesn't know how.
All she knows is that it scares her.
Everything scares her.
Like a child.
There are fates more cruel than a shallow sand grave.
The mafia must have been merciful.
Still think it's consumption?
A different kind perhaps.
A sickness, a plague, a malady
Taking in perceived power and regurgitating hearts.
A world of sick-minded people taught to be strong.
The strongest succeed, the weakest fail.
Sociopaths are born strong, they succeed and go unnoticed.
Walk among hoards of people trying to be like them.
Trying to attain the unfeeling, the unmoving.
Someone falls on the street, walk around.
Harden to the point of brittle and then break.