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Under a crimson sky

and rusted pipes of dripping

infection

your neighbor laughs and turns away

from your aching tears
under flickering, broken lighting

the stinging acid, the lye

in the dirty apartment of contagion

the joker shrugs and walks away

leaving you alone
under siege by headlines

and talk show hosts

preaching mindless emotion

you embrace another day

under this Gotham sun

even though depression whispers, “you are nothing”

you are a superhero to someone

just by carrying on