| Baseball bats and salivating mouths
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| In a square room, doors locked, once again I’m alone inside a crowd
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| A misplaced throw, a misplaced swing and everything unfolds
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| A microcosm of humanity, a microcosm of cold
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| The waves wash over another, anxiety, proximity, erupting from the chemistry
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| Of testosterone, isolated until the first fists fly
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| Instincts pushed to breaking points
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| Surging bodies, snapping joints
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| Two shoes lost inside a fray
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| Two socks on laminated hardwood, 360 degrees into harms way
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| A length of lead grazed the side of my head
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| As others fall and others leave and others show their vampire teeth
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| Two chunks from my neck
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| Four lips that drip with skin
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| Socks that slide as the blood runs down my shirt
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| Or over two strange chins
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| There is no way out of detention
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| Rage pushed a doorway down
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| Fear carried me past the last contusions hurled
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| At bodies on the ground
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| Dizzy, terrified, awake in sweaty skin
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| «Mom, I’m never going back to school again» |