{ 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……..❞