“The Organization” by Emily Klish
The Organization must guard against a revolution
It ought to be everywhere,
all day and night
It watches...
Listens...
Lies in wait...
A cancer that seeps
It devours their mortal lives
Little by little, piece by piece
Until nothing but dry, emotionless husks remain
It steals generations
Fathers and mothers, sons and daughters
Allows them to rot in the shadow of its power
Like cockroaches, they remain expendable and helpless
Caught in a cycle of endless hell
They will never be free