carnation skins { justice&petelia
Jun 15, 2016 23:03:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2016 23:03:31 GMT -5
PETELIA QUARTZ
IF I COULD BEGIN TO BE, HALF OF WHAT YOU THINK OF ME
I stand inconspicously, anonymously, red hair stuffed in the back of my fur coat and cat eye glasses holding my eyes stare perfectly -- this is scary. Twenty four children, all with different backgrounds and history and they're all so different. All their problems are so unique yet so,
different.
The ultimate problem: twenty-four in and only one comes out. My skin pales as I watch them, sweat in my hands, they're all so different. Each name and face and hair follicle, they remind me of my lions. Of my crows and my butterflies and my scorpions and my everything, every single thing I've ever raised and brought up and put my love into.
And it terrifies me.
As much as I'm intrigued, and fascinated by their lives, of how each one of them had twenty-four different struggles all cut off at the same time -- I'm scared, I think. I'm too attached I know that. That's my downfall, of all my compassion, I don't know when to cut it off.
Then I'll just pick one.
"Justice?" I take his hand in my left one and grip it with my right, "Justice Fray!"
We shake hands on it before he even knows the deal.
District one male, glorious. I'm starry-eyed, struk with amazement - Justice Fray. A Fray, the Frays, this is history I'm touching. A thing so delicate and I'm writing my name directly in pen on it's memorial -- "I have a question, and you seem fit just fine."
different.
The ultimate problem: twenty-four in and only one comes out. My skin pales as I watch them, sweat in my hands, they're all so different. Each name and face and hair follicle, they remind me of my lions. Of my crows and my butterflies and my scorpions and my everything, every single thing I've ever raised and brought up and put my love into.
And it terrifies me.
As much as I'm intrigued, and fascinated by their lives, of how each one of them had twenty-four different struggles all cut off at the same time -- I'm scared, I think. I'm too attached I know that. That's my downfall, of all my compassion, I don't know when to cut it off.
Then I'll just pick one.
"Justice?" I take his hand in my left one and grip it with my right, "Justice Fray!"
We shake hands on it before he even knows the deal.
District one male, glorious. I'm starry-eyed, struk with amazement - Justice Fray. A Fray, the Frays, this is history I'm touching. A thing so delicate and I'm writing my name directly in pen on it's memorial -- "I have a question, and you seem fit just fine."
I COULD EVEN LEARN HOW TO LOVE LIKE YOU
