Cain's Legacy

A poem.
A graphic of a women with her eye wide open and shoots of purple light coming from behind her.
Illustration by Islenia Mil

We wander round searching for demons
and making them of each other
when we find none. Out of feigned necessity,
the slightest difference becomes a reason
to tame—to vanquish—to stamp out until
we look up and catch sight of ourselves:

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