Shriveled and alone
unwound by the world
that encapsules all
all the sweetness of youth
ripped from hands too small to fight back
to small to stop it all
the world seems to crash
without the relief of death
all that dies shall be dead
but all that lives shall continue to die
"I am not going to hurt you"
the words fill the air
with a comfort only touched by clouds
I am not going to hurt you
and after all this pain
I finally feel like I can start to cry
About the Creator
When the Robots Took My Job
This is for RM Stockton's Write Club prompt for the month of April: AI Please allow me to vent. For "college," I went to a scam school that is now closed. We were promised internships that were never spoken of again after admissions, and we were promised help finding jobs. The first time I went to the career counselor's office, she was completely frazzled. She had no idea what to do with us, the film majors. The second time I visited her office, I let her know that I'd found myself a job, and she was visibly relieved.
By Rebekah Conard4 days ago in Journal
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