A Different Species.

He stared at me with a look that struggled to seem 

Indifferent, yet wanted me to notice.

“Aren’t you a clever boy.” He said. 

The words crawled up from deep inside of him and 

dripped from his lips like vinegar. 

I could see a smile in his eyes through 

his emanating disdain for me.

His hatred was giving him joy like the others said it would. 

I was a different species to him.

 I was small, like a bird.

Or a bug he longed to crush.

All I could do was breathe, smile, and say to myself,

“Look at this clown.”

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