The Stain

There’s this stain on things around here… From all the bad things that happened.

No one ever talks about anything. It’s like nothing ever happened.

The silence makes it so. No victims; no crime; no criminals.

I’ve been all of these things. First the stained; and then the stainer.

However I have not chosen silence. Shame has never solved anything.

Dennis Mantin

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