Weaponized Empathy
i’ve weaponized empathy,
or maybe i’ve lost it
tell the fat blind man he can see
you don’t have to know where you shoot
when you know about wounds
you’re just dangerous
to others
you shoot up in silence
and call it heaven on earth
you reek of impurity
but swallow human flesh in your sleep
you talk about long rhythms
and our similarities
i’d wash my mouth with heavy metals
if it meant we didn’t.