They Are Laughing

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She takes punches.

They hit her head

Her chest

And she stumbles

But she gets up

Quickly

Unsteadily

And people cheer as she

Claws at her assailer, drawing blood

Until a tile floor is stained with drops of red.

The people are watching

With their tiny screens held high in front of them

Chanting

As one of their friends curls

On the floor, gripping her wounds tightly

And they are already beginning to scar.

She is pulled away

Screaming and laughing

Her nails chipped and bloody.

They are laughing, too.






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