room 93 ; lrh

gasoline

i recall one time she came to me crying.
"people won't stop whispering about me on the train luke. they tell me not to waste my face, but how do they know that all i am is low on self-esteem? im not a human being. you understand don't you luke? you're insane like me, aren't you luke?"
i nodded and told her yes.
i swallowed the words that burned like flames, the ones screaming at me to wake up.
but i couldn't, because it wasn't a dream anymore.
it was the truth.
she had covered me in her toxic gasoline words and set me alight until i burned just like her.
insane, flawed and part of her machine.