Someone Was Shot Here, Probably (NaPoWriMo 7/30)

In a burned out city that whispered from its ashes willful forgetting would only salt that richness; turn the fertilizing of it to Death.

Which One Doesn’t Belong

So look, even if you could buy and sell them, since they don't know you from the one place they daily confront people who look like you with their wine, rice, and cilantro at the register, you are dismissed if you're lucky. If you're noticed it is with the disappointment that their come up has not been far enough up to escape the likes of your kind.