NaPoWriMo, day fifteen

stationed around the bathrooms and
we wait for unfortunate siblings to walk by,
hands filled with glistening, full-to-bursting

the first green bomb explodes into jello,
leaving us coughing up mouthfuls of shredded rubber,
water cascading down my shoulders
and soaking him to the skin.

the only sound for a instant is of his brother
as warm tap water seeps through my
morning-yellow shirt. i reach inside the cooler,
fumbling around with slippery fingers for a weapon.

game on.


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