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delivering by devouring.I live like a king in a place like a hovel.
We are outcasts from the mainland, doomed to medical facilities for the "good" of our "weak minds". I know we are above this, so I still comport myself as I have all my life, for I have a higher purpose than sitting in disinfected rooms and letting them analyse my actions all wrong.
They caught us in our visit to the White House, delighted to rectify the times when we slipped through their fingers. The shattered windows and toppled trophies and the neat pile of cleaned bones in the offices of the world's leaders had confounded them at first. Without the twisted guidance of their puppeteers - Presidents, Emperors, Prime Ministers, Kings - only their terror forced them into hesitant action. They knew, of course, that we were right all along; the arbitrators of Mother Nature's suffering had to be disposed of. But the ties of the narrow-minded community kept them chasing, all the way up to the steps of America's finest architecture.
star-studded boy."how can i keep a part of you
when you're all over the place?"
i think he couldn't have been
more than two years old at
heart when he started telling
me reasons why he won't let
all the way
"they got my shoulders," he
says, bringing my fingers to
where his ball-and-socket joint
left to play in the little league.
"they got my hips," he adds,
and i don't need to see the
purple-blue whorls to know
he does not make this up.
and when he tries to replace
what he's lost with the feeling
of mine, his mouth screams
euphoria; his eyes stay silent.
"they got me toys," he tries
to defend the people who
caned him for things he
admitted to but never did.
"it doesn't make sense,"
and i tell him it's alright
and crack a joke through
a throat all clogged with
things he will not take from
me: a kiss, a hug and pity.
his face is a maze and his
words come slow and his
mind tries to search for
instances of love. "they -
"they got my mind," he
says, and confides the
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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