IHuMAn

She told me they want to feel my presence,

So my wrath was unleashed.

That they wanted to know my mind,

So I set fire to theirs.

That they wanted to experience my life,

So I played them a broken record and asked them if they heard the melodic bounce over the cracks and unique sound of each piece…

They stared at me puzzled

as if they were expecting something more…

something less

human. 

Am I?

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