Originally posted: 1st December, 2006
Their boy
Ice in her eyes,
blue as innocence.
Fake front,
clear cut through to the inside,
where the chill holds fast
and winter never fades.
Filth in his eyes,
the darkness within
taints the angel’s face.
Like the pattern of blood,
on a nun’s habit.
Devil’s artwork,
passion in corruption.
The young one’s tied,
his body splayed.
For pleasure. For show.
For him to toy with.
Joy in her eyes,
a heart still warm in her hand.
His gift, for her,
all for her.
Dark pride in his princess,
as he struggles to be like the angel,
like the monster they want him to be.
Fear in their eyes,
soft prey and rich blood.
His true face to meet them,
his fangs in their flesh,
white slivers of ice that cut so deep.
Family taught him well.
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