young, corrupted by tragedies of war and exile
alone in spite of himself
boy made of ash and a honey soaked dawn
rust on his hands, in his throat, in his lungs
bright-eyed, rough edges, scraped raw and twisted with time
where is his soft epilogue?

"That's so cute. You think you're scary.
But mister, I've seen scary-
and you ain't got his smile."

He felt his brothers arms around him (a fight, was it, or a brotherly embrace? Either way, it suffocated).

the world should have protected you;
instead, you have been asked to protect it.
what an HONOR
what an INJUSTICE.

If you are so committed to being perfectly lawful
that you would do everything you are told
never thinking for yourself
you're not good, you're obedient.

I did not ask to be this
This hideous creature of crimson soaked skin and snarling voices
But this prison of flesh is the only gift you ever gave me
So I will stretch this skin until I fill every crevice and crack
And I will wear it until you regret that you created it.
You made me a creature to be feared.
So fear me.
-prefect little creation

"you cried wolf,
so i came running.
QUESTION:
am i the wolf or the savior?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
ANSWER:
come a little closer."