we are the targets

we are all murderers,
assassins,
afraid of getting caught.

we kill people everyday,
with words,
with actions,
with excuses,
with nothing but an emotion
wrapped
in a thought.

we are breed to react
to what's right there
in front of our faces,
squishing hearts and
dripping toxins on minds
in the process.

we are consistant like this,
and it never matters how much
we love
this person or that person

we put on our clothes
in the morning,
one head and
one limb at a time,
just like any assassin.

and we never think
about how many stitches
our targets will need
as we walk away.