La sangre emana y me siento humana.
A dragon made its nest inside my chest. I breathe in its burning exhale and let the smoke make up my voice. We are tired. I want to speak. His fire and claws claim more of what's left of my lungs.
I fear becoming a bard because all my songs are of horror, pain, obsession. I know to bleed to regain control. At 13, I knew how to play pretend. What was that name that started with an L? Three flicks of the tongue. Fire somewhere. Maybe it could be my fault too. It would be easier to live that way.
I’ll make up the story now. I was a child and he was a child in a kingdom by the sea-like river. Except it was no kingdom and he was no child. 13 years later, I added lines of red to my legs, and he splashed purple on my arms. I want to believe I chose this at 13.
I see tenderness in new eyes that look like the saints from my childhood. I receive their blessing. The dragon withers into a shameful carcass.
I never learned how live in safety. Forgive me.
Sangro una vez más.
Laru is a currently overwhelmed child of Venus.
