caspian kin | d1

when you're born rich
play rich- play
hard to get until
they get you.

don't let them in
(biggest mistake.)

i was born with a hunger for
insulin that went unsated and
so a needle to prick my veins.

"god you're so perfect cass."

perfect hair
perfect scores
perfect muscles
and words
and hands
and lips
and teeth

that bite
and ache like
a rawness like
rabbits bounding
leaping and burrowing into
my skull?

if i'm perfect why am i

not

why do i ache.

it's a disease to be you
like flowers that eat themselves
as nourishment you have no
insulin, no insulin at all.

"maybe you're imperfect, son."

"if you can't win then just die."

so maybe i should just.

perfect scores mean nothing,
it all means nothing, perfection
means screaming and locked doors

"if you keep him in
there you'll kill him."

"good."

"He's useless now."

imperfect body and a
voice that can't scream lest
the neighbours hear.

so tame and polite and
groomed to perfection

a model son locked
dying and alone in the basement

let him starve.