I belong here

and you belong over there

I am in my place

I am righteous

and

you are lost.

That’s what everyone says

with hammer in hand, nails firmly clenched in their teeth.

Get the point?

Now go off and rot.

I’ve heard it all before.

Stay in the lines

stay in your box

magic marker your label on your forehead

inside of your eyelids

or else.

I say.

Tell me what else

because

“Nos libenter epulor super illos qui volo ut opprimendum nos,”

Daily Addictions Prompt: Border