You’d think the world were ending.
With how null-coloured cracks rack the sky.
And razor winds shred the upside down sea overhead,
Into shards of spray.
Too bold and too brazen, set sunlit clouds of envious hues
They form and dither without recollect of heart’s healing
While reading this brilliant and informative article, Destroying the “Lack of Empathy” Myth in the Wake of Bleach Enemas & Autistic Abuse, I was reminded of the many times in my life that I wanted to “cure my autism,” too, which