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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