[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment- On Schedule Edition

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 The classroom was empty today. I approached it. It was dull. The voices were over my head as I sat at my table. The voices are flies, buzzing, breeding, infesting my ear. A girl in front of me rarely smiles. When she does it is not beautiful. 
 
 I do n't like her smile. 
 
 She vomits one up. Teeth exposed. Her smile is leveled under the blemishes of her skin. Boils stretching over the surface. The makeup tries to hide her wasteland, She is insecure. 
 
 The red still comes through. 
 
 Her eyes snatch light under its strength. Dimmed in her youth. They show no elements, there is no wisdom. She is a bird with two severed wings, and a cotton brain. She is simple, plain, ignorant, and human. Her buzzing catches the wind. 
 
 She attracts another. 
 
 The next smile crawls forward. In one motion, they speak like machines. Attract more, the whole room is smiling and buzzing. Mocking my silence. 
 
 The room was consumed in lecture. They have sold out. A voiceless crowd. Worried about who is calling each other names. Rather then worrying if they are worthy of a name. 
 
 Flies like to stroke egos, and cocks, and each other. Buzz about who is fucking. Buzz about who is n't fucking. Wondering when they will fuck. 
 
 Noises to fill a cyst in meaning. A lapse in thought, they create noise because it is all they can create. A fissure in brilliance. They were stillborn. 
 
 Then it is gone, her face returns to normality. Her teeth seep back into her jaw. Twitching to tease the next victim. Buzz in their ear. 
 Shit a beautiful lie, and fall wildly 
 
 back into place.
