"End of Innocence"
I dreamt we buried our childhood savior
My brother, sister, and I
Digging a small grave in loose garden soil
It was disturbingly easy
Trading memories about what he’d meant
Reliving fond moments
But all the while glancing over our shoulders
Muttering “hurry, hurry,”
Because the ones he was supposed to save us from,
They were still alive.
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