SineSquared

Let me re-write the history books with my fists, then, and the encyclopedias with my fingernails, and tell it right:This then is the height of humanity: a boy in a trench in the Somme, laughter hard as a bayonet, blood in his teeth, because war's the most beautiful thing in the world and he can't wait to die.  And this is the lowest point, then: a child who should've died is given a second chance, is told he is loved, and wanted, and has a home, but all of those he realizes are lies, wrapped like bandages tighter and tighter around him over the years, until he suffocates on their pity, and wonders: where is mercy?And what of mercy?  Mercy ...