Prose Poem -Caroline

Assassin

By Caroline Groves

Put on your boxing gloves everyday when you wake up; do not take a break; do not rest; this is how to load a gun; this is how to fly a helicopter; this is how to blow up the target; this is how to go undercover; this is how to stop the car; you do not get attached; you do not cry; but what happens if I do cry? You will not cry; you will not get your hopes up; you will not act like a normal teenager; you are a little girl transformed into a killing machine; you will not show mercy; this is how to fight; target your opponent and go for the kill; this is how to load the gun up with fuel and gas to burn up your target; do not read magazines; you are not a girl or boy and you have no name; do not love, it is weakness; do not leave this building unless activated; but what if I want to leave? You are designed to kill those who deserve to be killed; you will not leave, you are an assassin.