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Chameleon

A chameleon sits among us.

Its masquerade much like our own

It weaves a perfect close of conformity

so no hollowness will be found.

It quivers in its secret,

cowers, from individuality within that could ignite,

and fears it will live and shriek.

And so instead it sits complacent and withers.

by Jenny Zimmerman

Die

I someday

will come to life

my long

leopard skin body

and I

will take you down

your whole body

from your head to your toes

YOU SHALL DIE

a slow painful death.

by Erin Staples

“The Battle”

Two armies -

a force all-too-familiar, blinded with lustful revenge,

and their nameless enemy, who eagerly awaits the taste of blood

meet each other on a great battlefield

ready to fight to the death.

They know not their own weaknesses; nor their opponent’s strength;

They know not where this battle will lead,

only that they will soon prove victorious.

Two armies -

each crippled by their vanity and self-righteousness -

Greet each other will curt civility, but nothing more:

Both can only see their strengths and are quick to point out the other’s flaws.

Two armies -

Devoid of feeling, but brimming with emotion -

We with our childish war games, and

They with their ceaseless pride -

Use weapons of words unkind -

Leaving time to heal our wounds,

without thinking that the scars will always be with us.

by Izarra Varela