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Twisted Vultures

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Someday, I will reach my limit. Indentations are forming in my back from the overflowing school bins on which I was leant, a spiteful, pungent smell curling from the mouths of the shiny, ebony bin bags. Strains of huddling pigeons are rootling at the ground for stray bits of food, even they weren’t in what felt like a constant solitary confinement.  To add to the monstrosity of the schoolyard, a certain all-too-familiar gaggle of sneering teenagers are sullying the space in front of me, filling the air with unrepeatable, monotonous comments. I am doing my best to blank the taunts. The girls standing in front of me resemble vultures, their beaks twisted into snide smirks. They won’t stop pecking; peck, peck, peck, their tongues as strident as their beaks. Even worse, I am not an onlooker, I am their helpless prey. As I am encircled by them there, letting them walk all over me, I may as well have a sign above my head; “hark at the human doormat.”

I attempt to cast my eyes behind them, at the drab, every day schoolyard. There is quite a mob turning up to marvel at the class-A loser, no one helps, they all just stand there in a neutral formation, their faces terrifyingly void of emotion, a sea of blank masks, hanging on the vultures every squawk. It’s comparable to the food chain, you have the minor, squirming animals or insects that are regarded low, people alike me.

Then the ones who blend in, like sheep, or the throngs of people that surround me. Then finally the predators, scary and intimidating, the sheep follow them to keep safe, need I even mention who they are? Alas that makes the poor fools at the beginning of the food chain the victims. My eyes shoot upwards, just so I don’t have to glimpse at the vultures or the crowd.

A brash contrast to my mood and the blood red anger I felt, the sky is staying defiantly azure, complete with the sun gleefully illuminating the world. As I’m standing staring skywards, I wish I could sprout delicate wings, so I can flap them and take off. I can envision it now; blast off into the blue never to be mocked again. I could dance with the sun, and soar through the clouds. Just me, myself and I.  At least the sun and moon stay gloriously inaudible.

But I am not there; I am stuck firmly on the murky ground, by lack of wings and the bond of gravity. Here where anger and depression boils, where I am forced to go to a school filled with idiocy, here where vulgar ignorant vultures scar my brain, and where the labels given to me by peers prevents any slumber. Instead of being my silent companion, the sun simply glowers into me, roasting the skin under my shirt, and carrying temperatures high. Maybe I can mug them into thinking that is why my cheeks are stained red, from the heat and not humiliation. The thing is I am fooling myself and I know it. I had better stick to what I’m good at; hopelessly waiting for the day that will never come; the day I can blast off to the sky.
This was a piece of writing I had to do for school it's one of my favourites, for the task it had to be titled "blast off." I was inspired by :iconthat-lonely-road: to upload this as she also uploaded the piece she did for the very same task (hi Niamh)
I guess this kind of goes hand in hand with the piece of art I did bullying.

Its an issue I take seriously as I have suffered it myself, and like I said in the description in my bullying art; It will get better I promise. If your getting bullied you need to talk to someone, don't let them walk all over you.

Hope you like it :D
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