human error ii.
It all started on the day
that I popped out
of the ground.
They called me a child of god,
a ‘miracle’,
they said.
It’s not everyday
that the earth decides
to cultivate an actual
human child
and push it up
through the dirt,
alive and healthy
as any other kid;
but there was an exception
to this gift
(there always is)
and it just happened to be
my skin.
All over my body,
in neatly spaced out rows,
flowers grew;
all different types,
and they grew
everywhere.
They called me
‘Freakshow’
not only because
of the flowers,
but because
of my eyes.
They were two times
too big
and shone television static
instead of pupils.
The kids at school called me Glitch.
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glitch
PoetryI am a monster. Everybody knows it, but they're too afraid to say it out loud. My body's made of static and dead skin cells, and I don't know if knowing that i'm a failure is what makes me sad or if it's the fact that everyone else knows i'm a failu...
