I can’t possibly know what to do,

always.

You want me to be someone else,

always.

He can’t guess what you want,

always.

We cannot be each other’s pillar,

always.

They will try to divide us,

always.

——————-

And with each drumroll, news became clearer: War against North Korea.

 

It used to be the Russians. It is the Russians all over again.

 

At least we have an enemy. At least the people are sold.

 

You put a crown of daisies on your head. You reign over this flowery kingdom.

 

I can’t tell which is louder, the fighter jets or the TV.

 

Screech.
Stop Screaming!

A stifled scream. A muffled heartbeat. Life pulsating through my veins.

GIVE ME THE DAMN REMOTE!

I want to be somewhere remote.

North Korea? Not remotely.

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