Youthful Clay Minds

Slapping sounds, hands on faces, traces of tears encumbered in a moment, lifeless hazards hurting anyway, the personalities of innocent little victims. Stomping on original figures, misusing and reshaping minds of youthful clay, throwing into buckets, colors of childhood, tossing aside their obvious innocence. Struck by insidious comments, hiding, ducking out of sight, licentious desires running wild, rampantly un- folding lives of tiny children. Like mazes taking over, uncovering bodies, doing what they will with them, discarding later in heaps and piles, those who cannot protect themselves. Knowing exactly what they're doing, never caring, raping children, scaring them away from intimacy ever again. Growing older, hiding from everyone, lest the shame within is spotted and hell begins again, forming exaggerated boundaries, reaching ever wider, keeping away all outsiders, good or bad. Life careens down any path, taking risks unknowingly, subconsciously praying for death to overtake it. Snowballing into canyons filled with rocks, sharp and hard, falling deeper underground, throwing dirt faster and faster to cover up self and become invisible.