Human
by Eden of @the.autisticats I. she is not human she is super-human too human to be human the humans turn away II. she moves incessantly she is the motion of the wind the banging of branches on window panes in pain begging to be let in III. the wind starts a fire inside the wind wants to be wanted it feeds the fire the fire grows it stirs the air IV. the wind picks up speed the fire screams she roars ripping out the glass it crashes, forms daggers V. the humans see her for the first time: a hurricane of heat VI. they turn away
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