By: Kristelle Bila, Grade 10
Partly, I was honing my self-consciousness into a double edged instrument.
Sharp and unyielding to last me the rest of my life.
Partly, I was lost.
Their eyes everlastingly acrid.
Invasive.
The cruelty of children is immense, startling in its precision.
How do we go about turning into the people we are meant to be?
Being suffocated by a mechanical smoke, surgical in its accuracy.
They queued— one by one, for their ritual.
The sin of deviation,
It was the pain from that, the quiet,
sanctioned violence of alienation that I always viewed as the greatest tragedy.
