can you muster that?
the sweet yet gamy taste of winning
knowing that at the expense of your victory
another one has fallen in the wide and dark pit of loss
it is a challenge after its own challenge
quite a limbo, that is
except it's even deadlier
far more evil and dangerous than outcasts and freaks
waiting to **** the life out of their bullies and fears
finally
with the sharp teeth they never knew they had
even more truthful (because the truth is a kind of pain, isn't it?) and tender (because meaning the truth makes it worse, doesn't it?) than a human doctor's words
when they announce your death to your parents
but I guess it is not the same for everyone
for every human
it is just me, perhaps
because I'm a human far more alien than other humans
and I can't grasp the weight of winning
no more than I can handle anyone other than me losing