coerced raze we stand together — you in your silver suit and ornamental leg braces, me in my cynical street clothes designed to deflate the expectations of anyone desperate enough to believe in me. you move your chest into mine, hungry for understanding that hasn't been earned and isn't deserved. i whisper words i never wanted to say, bullied into an act of feigned forgiveness in god's grey house. 230713 what's it to you? who go blather from