A N T O I N E T T E
- Dim Aldebaran -
Shame was for the soldier who couldn't bury the bodies but could fire the bullets. Shame was for the child who had broken his mummy's rules. Shame was for a woman who was the wrong Mary. Shame was for the priest that prayed for the end of his penance.
In short, shame did not befit a Fowl—
And yet, there was shame for all the questions left unanswered, and all the answers left unquestioned. Shame for the redundant frown and the repetitious smile. Shame for the slipknot doubt and the riptide arrogance.
—but then, shame perfectly fit the imperfect mind.
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For the fowl100 prompt of 'shame' and the drabbles100 prompt of 'blind'.