Judgemental scorn is spat, marking me out. A part of the group, but still stiving to belong. Years of knowing better informs them, and me. Yet raw wounds are good for jabbing to win a point.
Then silently a new antagonist enters. An undiscriminating killer. Past injurous beratings we push aside as the invader barges in. This stranger plunders our lives. At once petty grievances are given up - purely to survive.
Instinctual bonding drives the fight for higher good, extending hearts and hands to save all souls. This imposter teaches that not ill, but love, is most infectious.