Explode
I'
m
in
a
r-
oom filled
with psychedelic
machines. Each
with a trigger about to blow
One look. One word. One hand
gesture. And their time is up. Ex-
plode! I try to say something kind...
something to mitigate...instead, "I'm
not going to listen to this crap." Am I
the monster they claim me to be? Is
my skin green? Are my eyes red?
Teeth clenched like rods on
barred windows?
Time to...
EXPLODE!
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