Shirtless with the flames tickling the flesh. The face taut and dry, the mind ripe and crisp and slowing time, the eyes ridiculous and wide and blurred with tear. A teddy bear waiting at the horizon of hell just beyond the accepting arms of the soulless, asking them for forgiveness.
We are no longer heroes. We are no longer boys. No longer will there be a shade to hide yourself; yourself, larger and more awkward than any shape of shelter.
Everybody wants to be broken sometimes, right?
Then hunched in flames with concave chest and raised shoulder blades. Time to decide!
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