{ embarrassment brings unbridled anger, made up of long teeth he can’t measure, and flame that licks at the insides of his guts, curling up like voles in holes for warmth hard-come by in winter. he had known he was wrong, certainly, but hope is a fickle thing he knew at a young age, when he had sat on the lawn while his house burned, whining like the pup he was for his mother, who did not answer through the ash in her throat. }
“A problem, then.”
; she was a problem, he was correct, a patchwork quilt of madness and insanity, her hands covered with the blood of the scorned, of those that she has heart. her mind is sly & cunning, but she hides all such thoughts with wide eyes & angelic smiles, fooling and tricking those that she played with so, as she was a childish god, and no one was safe from her arrows.
❝a problem? — Oh I’m so flattered, really, you’re very kind……..❞
