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Being a soldier, Mikasa was no stranger to death. Early in his childhood, he witnessed the cruelty of Death, choosing no favorites in taking his beloved parents and leaving behind the culprits. He became calloused to its cruel blow. He caught sight of comrades perishing in ways that would make a normal citizen cringe at the mere thought. Despite these images imprinted into his mind, he pushed forward and wiped out any beast in his wake.
But, why did this particular death cut him so deeply?
You were no one, just a nameless corpse lost in the wreckage of their most recently battle with the Titans. Your clothes, plain and simple, tattered and torn, seemed to indicate your poor condition. Perhaps you were an orphan, maybe a little street rat wandering through the city, maybe just a poor child. Either way, you were a pretty little thing with silky, [h/c] locks sticking to your bloodied face.
Taking a knee at your
It Trapped Her, It Released HerWhen I was younger, and little girl, I wanted a little brother.More Like This
So when she got home, I excitedly ran down stairs to tell my mother
She looked at me nervously, and brushed my question away.
“Honey, I don't have time now, we'll talk about it another day.”
I was slightly disappointed because my friends all had younger siblings,
I only had an older sister who tried her best to ignore me.
But that day she heard what I asked my mother and after dinner, pulled me in her room.
And with a sneer she whispered silently, “Mother sent our little brother to heaven too soon.”
At the age of nine, with a child's mind, I had no idea with that meant.
“Is that why Daddy went away, because he misses him?”
“Daddy got depressed and died,” she replied with a scowl,
“But don't be sad, he's in the clouds, he's with our brother now.”
Days went by and I remained silent,
yet I could see the light in my mother's eyes no longer lit.
After my question she w
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for only seeing
beautiful things in me
like dusty pearls and
rusty keys and wide open doors
I was the one who hid
my rotten flesh underneath my sleeves
and stuffed paper stars
into my rib cage until I choked
and wasn't able to scream
for directions to Neverland
I'll never let you find out,
but if you happen to see
one of my bones jutting out
at a painful angle or hear
my rasping breath, go on -
blame me, hate me
But I will never stop planting flowers
in my bed of weeds
or else even I won't be there
to cradle myself tightly in my arms
when everyone turns away
and closes their doors