Post by hayden harvard d2f [nyte] on Oct 10, 2017 4:09:58 GMT -5
Hunger was easy. Normal. I was used to being set on fire- burning from the inside out and I was used to falling whenever I stood too fast. My heart would crawl into my throat and the world would cease to exist until my palms bounced against broken tile. Mama tried her hardest, so I never blamed her. Ugly duckling settled upon her hip those long hours spent darting in between hospital rooms. 'Cause I'd drool a hell of a lot, mouth too deformed to keep the spit inside and eyes caught wherever I wandered.
I don't blame them, most people have never seen a troll.
We never really had enough to eat and the house was always too cold and the foundation creaked but damn, was I happy. I look back upon those days fondly, the days before masked men appeared at our door and Mama screamed real loud. You won't have us. She didn't give up, to her last breath she didn't give up and I learned quickly that was the stupidest thing you could do. 'Cause they killed her and took me instead.
Too ugly to sell, good only as a servant settled upon hands and knees.