with each step they trample the confidence of the women astounding to onlookers yet incredibly dim on the inside they are creatures of privilege with each step they spit on the unfortunate they pity with their smugness they think they are the truth
he would be a constant hiccup if hiccups were lovely a shocking smile in the hallways he is a hiccup, showing up at the worst times threatening to ruin you making your heart beat fast a reminder that you’re still alive whether you like it or not