Torrential confession: a river of regret. Voice soothes until until the flow is dammed with acceptance. Quiet pleading tails off into silence, forgiveness ungiven, and only the ragged breath echoes. Weary, spent; defiance swallowed by the drain in the stained concrete floor.
A future, once blessed by uncertainty, now stone-bound; utterly known. The addition of one to ranks of statistics harvested with efficient indifference.
For the people.
