The Insider

May 23, 2010

I’ve always wanted to be an insider.  I knew that my world was huge.  I’ve been free, faced with so many paths to take.  But there was always something so tempting getting in there.  Maybe it was the foreign allure.  I knew there was nothing for me inside.  I couldn’t resist.  The world I knew never made me feel special.  I was just another worker bee, like everyone else I knew.

So I found a way in.  I saw an opening and I took it and I can’t tell you how much I regret that decision.  I’m stuck now and I can’t get out.

I see the giant pick up a Newsweek magazine.  Despite his size he screams like a little girl.  My wings buzz against the window pane and my stinger aches in desperation.  A shadow descends swiftly over me.

In my last moments, I hear him call his girlfriend into the room.  He tries to get her to pick up my shattered body, probably because he doesn’t want to.  What a sissy.  Then it all goes black.

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