it's full again
i can hear young ones rattling doors, yanking handles, banging on windows
clambering to get in and screaming to get out
but i don't have time
i don't have time to develop or grow little minds
to their full potential
to their maximum height
under developed and malnourished
instead they sit and they rot, they scream and they cry
leftover tears wrinkling soft skin
overripe and ugly
until i can't stand it anymore
and i toss them out
back into the street, back into a forgotten stream of consciousness
never to see or hear from them again
i should probably feel guilty for being so cruel
i should probably repent for being inhumane
i should be ashamed
But I don't have time.
