Election 2016

Last night I cried,
let the brine wash my skin
in a million dying hopes.

Today I scrubbed away
the salt crystals and
put on my armor,
so as not to let them see
the bruises.

I will not go quietly
into the night,
but rather kicking and screaming.
And I will bruise them back.

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