Bullies

Maybe it’s when they are born that their heart shows signs of fault. That instead of pumping red, they pump blue into the body of steel. Maybe when they take their first breathes, some specs of evil enter their little lungs, Settling into the lining, only to grow every year. When the doctor first sees them, he realises what type they are, her hands in a constant urge to throw the child into the plastic waste bag. But the mothers of them don’t see this, and take into their arms the spawns of the devil. Nurturing and caring, thinking that maybe if she acts like she doesn’t know, she can love this thing. But her deepest heart knows too well that throwing it away or removing it from the face of the earth would be better for the world. But her like many make the mistake thinking this is their child whom they can love despite their flaws. Flaws. To say, they aren’t, but instead a stamp from the devil at birth. When god moulded their tiny figures, snatched away by the devil, who fired its tail to smack a brand onto its kin. So as like their destiny, they grow up to be the devil, their mothers should’ve tied them to some metal pole, like one does to dogs to keep them away from the untarnished children. But again they are blinded by a false reality, thinking anyone could ever love these things. They are let loose into a beautiful world, only to disrupt everything. When going into school, banding with others of their kind, who are many. Many were birthed into the world, whence evil was let in. So now to the one kid who still hasn’t been destroyed, They reach their claws down her throat, pulling out the red still- beating heart, throbbing and pulsating- to compare to their own shrivelled mess of a heart. They take the last of the untarnished, destroyed and then turned blue.