theroyalus

before it had even hit the floor we were fighting over Mateen's body. to claim it as a muslim body, a gay body, a terrorist body, an ill brain, an angry face, a misguided penis. we tore in like cannibals at his handsome face and his hands still reeking of powder and steel. we used him with our words before our hearts could feel. we made his body a politic to encite any war- before it had even hit the floor. we have use for meat. in his beautiful brown eyes i wondered when were you done wrong, that hate seemed right unleashed on pride? when were you done wrong, that even after you had been among your own, you raged- did you find peace a