Vandalised

Street art graffiti of a stylized black silhouette of a hand and figure with purple and pink splashes on a brown wall. Never She Said
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And then came the vandal. Not a figure of flesh, but a force - a hand made of weather and memory, moving through the world with neither malice nor mercy.

Where it passed, colours bled. Symbols warped. Names faded from stone.

It did not destroy out of anger. It simply revealed what had already begun to fall apart.

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The vandal’s hand
No emotional ties
Nothing sacred
Vandalised