you are seventeen
and the world is yours.
.
there are ashes on your fingertips
from when you burned the world.
.
(and that's funny, isn't it? fire was never your thing, son of the sea)
.
you lick them off your fingers
and swallow them
(just like your sins, remember pandora's jar?)
.
you are evil, you think
and you are not wrong
remember when you were good?
(of course not. it's been so long)
.
you
are
ruination
.
not sure who you were
not sure who you are
not sure who you are going to be
.
(not even sure if you'll be human anymore)
(isn't mortality your strength?)
.
you are seventeen
and sanity is not yours.
you are
crazy
there are monsters in your head
in your heart
there are monsters in your mind
there from the start
.
(I know you can fight them)
.
dear a:
happy one-day-late bday!!! i'm sry this is late and the wrong prompt and short
enjoy being thirteen. it's nuts
x dee