Written by Jacob Ibrag
“It’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.” Cryptic.
No context. Coming into the psyches of hundreds.
Mitosis. Sleepless nights plagued within interpretations.
Pregnant. Too late. Meaning takes hold and waits. No one to
confirm or deliver its claim. It’s a sin to kill a mockingbird,
ignorance is bliss. Bystanders can not be blamed for
anything, or at least that’s what they believe.
Photo by Bruno van der Kraan