'give me what I want'
she speaks and sometimes they listen.
'give me what I want'
she speaks but they're not listening anymore. the rage is predictable when it floods over them and she's used to this game, they're used to it—they're all so very used to it. faux anger, faux hate, faux whatever she's just playing her part because one of these goddamn days it's all going to go to hell.
'give me what I want'
she reaches upwards, towards that blue-white ceiling because this place is also hell. 'give me what I want' she whispers to absolutely no one.
nothing happens, so she waves her hands around and laughs and laughs and thinks about being human.