8. (annabeth) (i've got four days of homework to make up, so no promising when the next update will happen . . .) (because i needed to put it somewhere, I got a 1310 on my sats! i think it's pretty good for thirteen and under)
Rushing, now
flurries of white coats
and needles
and blood
blood the color of
gold-tipped rust.
Your blood.
—
It's everywhere.
The blood is everywhere,
and you can't stop it.
Not anymore.
You've lost control.
It's not just you
your little machine self
in your mind.
You've been joined
by the true horror.
—
Science?
Oh, you want to laugh.
Science isn't true.
We need to know more,
they say.
Humans,
that one half of you.
They're so curious.
It's so curious.
—
This,
all this?
In the name of science?
Oh, you little
weak-minded stupid
idiots.
It doesn't help.
At all, daughter of wisdom.
They drive the needles
in deeper.
It hurts.
Badly.
But you sit down.
And you take it.
And you accept it.