Stalin’s gaze
It's 1936
You suffer from Autism but you can function
You are invited to the Kremlin to receive honors for attendance at the factory
As Joseph Vissaronich enters the hall you grab a glass of vodka off a tray to calm yourself
It's your first vodka in years so it works instantly and you smile politely as Stalin passes you
That sip bought you a normal kind of smile that Stalin approves of vs your autistic scowl or worse, a faked smile
Then Stalin stops where you stand
Your frightened to death
You begin to sweat
He looks you over and sees an empty glass on the tray
Who stole state vodka he asks
And stares directly at YOU
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