enjbennett
She didn't deserve this. Everyone had been saying she was a hero, saving her brother from choking, but she didn't deserve it. She had gone into the nursery with the intention of killing him, stifling him; pulling and tearing and wrenching the life from him. She didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve it at all. When she had looked at him, peeked over the edge of the cot, she could see the ribbon tight around her neck. She reached out, and for a moment wasn't sure if she meant to tighten or loosen it. But she had done it. She had saved him. And now everyone was looking at her again. Maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe she did deserve this.
The ant was terrible to behold. Each footstep of its segmented form echoed across the dusty linoleum like thunder and I knew that if I wasn't quick it would carry me away.
Cards fill up my drawers. They burst out like foam from the moth of a rabid dog. Cards from people i know and people i don't, filling up my draw, my office, my life, myself. Cards that should label me but instead define my lack of identity.
Revolt. The word on everyone's tongues. To some it tasted bitter, futility and fear and pain, to others it was the taste of freedom, dearly bought but long hoped for. Revolt my brothers, no one will do it for you.