A/N: i originally wrote this poem, then i wanted to get into even more of azula's head and came up with a taste of what you paid for. but i've become oddly attached to my draft, so... bonus chapter.
.give me a sign, i want to believe.
finger c-a-u-g-h-t in a ribbon
and she's B*R*E*A*K*I*N*G*A*P*A*R*T
because today is her coronation
{the day it all must be perfect- oh, wait, that's every day}
.oOo.
s/h/i/n/y s/h/a/r/p scissors can make her whole again
|PREPARE TO FACE YOUR DOOM, MAI TY LEE ZUKO MOTHER FATHER|
a swift c-u-t and that's her s.a.n.i.t.y on the ground
t*i*c*k*l*i*n*g her feet
.oOo.
her reflection taunts her
t=a=t=t=e=r=e=d bangs meet h.o.l.l.o.w gaze meet d!e!r!a!n!g!e!d smile
purple shadows r/i/n/g eyes that see TOO MUCH
[you can't escape monsters by staying awake]
.oOo.
"such a shame, you had such b^e^a^u^t^i^f^u^l hair"
AZULA ALWAYS LIES, and she learned from the best
what are you doing in my mirror, mama?
it d.i.e.s in her throat
.oOo.
azula is a goddess
{demanding tribute, exacting judgement with a flick of a hand}
she can shoot l/i/g/h/t/n/i/n/g out of her fucking f-i-n-g-e-r-t-i-p-s
and her mother questions her methods?
.oOo.
even you fear me
{no, azula, i love you}
and it kills her, ricochets through her
trust is for fools trust is for fools trust is for fools-
.oOo.
a hairbrush t-h-r-o-w-n at the mirror
and everybody shatters
nothing \left/ but her f+r+e+n+z+i+e+d h~e~a~r~t~b~e~a~t
{ashes, ashes, WE ALL FALL DOWN}