We sit in pewssmashed together at the bottom of the hill so that when the try and pull the seat from under us as we fall on top one another.
Who needs a slippery slope when we have already fallen off the cliff, plunging into the deep end.
With no paddles left to row. wading in water quickly filling past our heads.
The only thing left to do is stand together like a sea of tiny tombstones against this broken fucking country.
Today is for grieving.