a sniffle. a grunt

the unwanted dregs of society
sieved out from its midst
left to their grimy minute devices
toiling in illuminated nothingness
trapped in a void
where everything is stark
lacking fire
lacking colour

their gazes are drawn with great want
to indifferent betters with milk-white hearts
living in aloofness so utopian
and majesty so oblivious

the unwanted ones invariably wilt from the shame of their forever-inconsequence

they race to the periphery

of the great beloved
never regarded
nor accepted
outcasts from a society that doesn’t even grant the mercy of prejudice

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