human error iv.
The kids at school
liked to beat me up.
Everyone who wanted to assert power
did, but there were five kids in particular
who seemed to take pride
in their art.
I called them
the Crossfire
because
that seemed
to sum
them up
just right.
The five of them
surrounded me
from all sides
and sometimes
I swear that I could see
the foam dripping
out of their
mouths.
They were hungry
for the taste
of my blood.
They were the wolves
and I was their
prey.
I let them bruise me,
pluck my petals
and point
remote controls
at my head.
They liked being
the Crossfire
because it meant
that they could
never lose.
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glitch
PoesíaI 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...
