bullets for eyes and machete hands.

your children are not weapons,
but using them as such
will make him sharp.

they will hate themselves.

it does not feel nice,
to be the knife
your mother uses
to cut your father open.

you are astonishingly average.

i don't remember forgetting you.

ashes to ashes

dust to dust. those once with them are now with us.

the prince's tale

severus snape, you are beautiful and misunderstood. you loved a woman, and it saved you. even as it ruined you. you were the enemy that saved them all. the hero everyone spat on.

you were the traitor who saved the world. the man who loved the woman who died for the boy who lived.

rest in peace.

jidi, pt. 2

My father ran away from rallies, refusing to pump his fist for a tyrant. His father told him to beg in the streets before he spied on people. He said, "We aren't those people, who bow and spy and tell others' secrets."

pt. 3

remember when mutasim raised an army to rescue one woman?