beautiful and dark. raw and whimsical. left me aching.
boy in the cupboard under the stairs no more, but a man with five o'clock shadow and the dull ache of loss, with hands that have felt a body seep life and eyes that have seen too much.
so young, to be fighting so many.
i watched until my eyes hurt.
1 comment:
i love this! my fave poem of yours yet! :) *le tear* Long live Mr. Potter.
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