This
time wasn’t staged.
This
time was real.
A
real 13-year-old boy
was
shot in the back
by
a real 9mm pistol
and
for once
it
wasn’t just a flesh wound.
He
won’t be getting back up.
He
won’t be coming back
bathed
in white light
LIVE
Via
satellite from Heaven
to
reassure you that everything
will
be okay as long
as
you follow your heart.
His
mother will
receive
no
Best
Actress Award
for
her grief.
She
will give no
acceptance
speeches
or
wear a million dollars
in
jewelry.
His
father won't
go
on a rock ‘n roll revenge spree,
tracking
down the killer
with
lame puns
and
long action sequences
set
to techno.
This
time there won’t be
anything
artistically
redeeming.
This
time
the
credits
will
be
empty.
And
he didn’t have any
Grand
epiphanies
before
he died.
He
just kind of died.
Just
like you will
Just
like I will.
Just
like everybody.
The
real world
isn’t
concerned
with
plot arches
or
dynamic characters.
Nature
will
get blood
the
perfect shade of red
every
single time.
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