human error v.
I was sixteen
when they ruined
the sunrise
for me.
It was early
and I was watching
the sun crawl up over
the hills
to wave at me
before I went to school.
Someone grabbed
the daisies
that sprouted out of my head
and yanked back.
Alice Vex,
commander in chief
of the Crossfire,
smiled at me
with a pair of hedge trimmers
and a bottle of weed killer
dangling from her fingers.
I still wake up screaming
sometimes
and then I stare out my window
until her words,
her laugh,
finally stops repeating
itself in my head,
but it’s still so vivid.
(Player 1 laughs at
Player 2
until the sound of her voice
sounds like a horror movie scream.
Player 1 looks at Player 2
in the way a therapist
looks at their patient
and speaks.)
“I wonder how long it’ll take
for these weeds to grow back.”
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