CRIME Poem: Down the Stairs, by Colin Sellers

There’s a man with bright blue eyes falling down the subway stairs tonight. He was bleeding before the fall, but it’s going to be worse after. He’s not going to get up. He’s going to lay there till he dies. He’s going to moan and cry and people are going to walk by like they don’t see him. He’s going to die bleeding and screaming and being ignored by the only people who could help him, which is how he’s lived his whole life up to now. But that screaming man with his blue eyes is happier in his final second than any of the people passing him by. Because that man has a secret. And if anyone stopped to help him, the scissors in his pocket would go into their temple. And I think the people passing know that on some level. And that makes him happy. Maybe the world isn’t so bad after all.

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