AN: It's poem-ish, but only the barest hint. I think of it more as a weirdly structured oneshot 'cause it sure as hell doesn't follow any poetic rules I know of. It's been awhile since I've read the book, so some details will be wrong. Just a heads up.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Title from the song of the same name by HIM, only because I was listening to it when I wrote this and felt they matched in mood.
Wings of a Butterfly
BY
NOASHADO
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When I open my eyes it will all be undone.
His mother locked in her room hidden from the world like a dirty secret
Her eyes unseeing of his pain as she asks for her daddy who she doesn't remember had died many years before.
His mother staring at her hands as if she could find her elusive sanity painted across her nails
Laying on her bed with her son brushing her hair into silk whilst her mind evades her.
And a scared little boy smiling through a nightmare wherein the mother giggles childishly as she asks her son if they've ever met.
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Three
When I open my eyes it will all be undone.
His eyes pleading, begging, screaming though his face remains passive.
Neighbors and officials and classmates whispering too loudly as he passes by.
Everyday a part of his soul breaking away within the continued silence of his home.
His brilliant, expansive mind put to waste trying to quench a roiling pain no one can see
But his youth gripping onto an elusive shadow that keeps him just barely above drowning.
And a scared little boy soldiering bravely through a nightmare wherein the only hope he has is constantly crushed every time he sifts through empty news reports.
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When I open my eyes it will all be undone
Years of trying to find answers and believing the only truth as that he is always at fault.
Shuttering his pain and his needs because he feels he deserves to suffer silently through them.
Pushing me away for fear of his imagined curse
Yet holding tightly to my coat sleeve for fear that if he didn't, I would leave him as well.
His eyes adoring as he looks to me but not seeing that he is my most precious person.
My charge, my brother, my son and the laws of man and servant mean nothing.
Because through all his nightmares, I am at his side
In the dark of night, when his door is locked and his cries are harsh and he is not within my reach, I stand in the hall, hand pushing the barriers and for all my strength unable to break them.
I close my eyes, crying with him.
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Please just let this end…
AN: So I have this little habit of sitting around and thinking. For hours. About nothing and everything and in one of those moments, somehow my thought process traveled to my long ago high school days. I remembered an English assignment I didn't do because I had felt it was below my level of importance (so I wasn't a star student, but can you blame me when you're smarter then you teacher and you know you're no better than the average person, which would leave you wondering how the hell your teacher got to where he was? Could you take anything that teacher assigns seriously?) It was a book report, with a bunch of stuff I didn't remember, but I know you had to write a poem for the book and add it to something. So, I wondered what my poem would have been if I had actually done the assignment. And this was born. It doesn't make much sense but I like it, though I would like to think what the general public thinks.