slash and burn, a poetic anthology on recovery
warning: use of coarse language, sexual situations, and adult themes
i must destroy myself
because you have made me this hellion
this monster consumed by its own fire
feeding itself from the inside and
destroying everything from the outside
because you have made me this succubus
descending onto my victim with an eerie grace
with subtle absolution and inevitable collapse
i am nothing more than what you have made me
i must destroy myself
for i am an extension of you
the way a flaming whip extends from your hands
the way my desire to please extends from your creation
i must destroy myself
for i am nothing more than what you have made me
the ashes of myself you have used to reshape me
i must destroy myself
because you have made me this demon
this spirit that inhabits and feeds off of the pain
in possession of an insidious, malevolent heart
finding a dependency on crushing others underneath me
because you have made me this woman
shaped from the wiles of a teenaged daughter
formed into a powerful and obedient mistress
i am nothing more than what you have made me
i must destroy myself as you destroyed me
i must destroy myself to be reborn (as you rebirthed me)
i must destroy myself
for i am nothing more than what you have made me
and i hate you
azula cries because of the realization and from the relief, trickling down her face like a dark, velvety sheet caressing her cheeks. she is chained to the ground, brought to her knees, and she feels like she has for the past thirteen years—like a trapped animal waiting to be freed, waiting to be raised or slaughtered or raised for the slaughter or raised to slaughter. her head bows and her hair drips like dark water over her head. she cries at the shadow of her older brother, angry at what he has taken and at how he got away. he wasn't banished— he left her—and she was defenseless, succumbing to everything just to be loved the way that her mother loved her brother. but even she knows that the touches, the responsibility, the relationship with her father is love in a different way, love in a wrong way.
notes: exploring the new head canon i have been spotting in my rewatch of the series that alludes to an incestual relationship between ozai and azula, set at the end of a:tla. i doubt you'll have to believe that to enjoy the story, but nevertheless, we move on. i've decided to mix the poetry in with a drabble so it'll be in the range of 300 to 500 words. i also capitalized as i saw fit because of the poetic aspect.