The way they jab their fingers into my sides,
jeering and shrieking,
I gasp and flinch
unable to defend my frail body.
They shove me against lockers
wild like animals.
You do the same thing,
but the way you sneak up and prod me so deliberately
smiling mischieviously as I squeal,
the way your fingers linger for a second
silly and gentle-
it is too dangerous.
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Death and Other Fun Stuff (#Wattys2015)
Short StoryA collection of short stories and poems- science fiction, horror, and fantasy- gathered from the depths of my notebooks. From chilling to electrifying, from thrilling to gruesome... this is a sneak peak at the different corners and crevices of my mi...
