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Girl in the Glass

Girl in the Glass

Brandon Pearson

I am desire. Yes, it's true. You all hate me, you all are disgusted by me, you all think only of the cardinal sin to be hated. Though I only bring your children into this world, which you lusted for oh so long.

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But I'm so much more. I'm the hope that you feel when you get in second place, that push you feel when you're about to lose. But again, I’m oh so much more, indeed. I'm a broken promise that keeps you begging when you were wronged. I'm the determination to try again. My sister Hope takes all the fame and my brother Hate often stalks me, keeping me chained like a dog about to be put down; though my time never comes, so I’m supposed to rot in the shadows and starve with noone to free me.

I’m hurt and saddened that you shun me when all should be calm, and all should be free. So I live in the shadows, in the night when everyone sleeps. I am only spoken to by little children with too much pride. Shunned by my peers who even have acquainted with me. I only get a single piece of dry, old, stale meat, and only when everybody sleeps.

Frederick Bautista

I watched her every day you know, following her wherever she went. She didn’t even acknowledge how I stared at how she walked. As she swooshed her hair, the fragrance of her smell, I swayed toward her. Walking in her shadow, basking in her sweet perfume. Once she even noticed me. I couldn’t have been happier for myself.

I walked toward her today and what did I find? She is…attracted to someone else? I race toward her in fury. For all I’ve done she betrays my very soul! Shrieks and shouts occur as I bring what I have hidden. Silence falls around. I think to myself, "If I may not have my way, no one shall have her any day."

With all my anger combusting, I release what I’ve been lusting for.

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