Fragile-SDA
Chelsea Welsh
I loathed him. I adored him. The way he put up such a strong mask, when inside there lay a frightened child. If one were only look deeply into the drowning emerald, they would see it.
...But no one sees as much as I.
They never saw how beautiful he was bathed in scarlet.
They never heard his voice as it sang so shrilly, calling out uselessly for help that would never come.
No, they don't know him nearly as well as I.
Has anyone else touched his throat, listening to the warning creak that came; the sound that would come before the deafening snap as his neck broke between my palms?
Of course no.
Because no one else loves him as much as I.
...No one else appreciates the beauty in fragiliy...
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