Aaisha

("you were a mistake," she said
a happy accident that led
to something that didn't happen.)

I'm stuffing and patchwork, sum of so many pieces
I'm alive when I shouldn't be, a monster created
by magic that leaves a foul taste on one's tongue
as though everything about me is horribly wrong.

My baby-teeth, needle-claws, that which has seen blood
her chilling lies, commanding eyes, I just want to be good!
and this red is all over me, my quilt-sewn skin is so sticky
what's this dreadful feeling? I'm so, so, so sorry.

let me make one person happy
I desperately want to see
someone smile back at me
is that so bad? is that so mean?

make it better, heal the hurt
touch the fire, feel it burn
make it worse and wish you could
stop messing it up for good.

she doesn't want me anymore,
a worthless tool that won't be mourned
I'm crumbling, weary and worn
what else is there? could I be more?

but they found me, and made me whole
stitched heart together, and breathed soul
into this body, cold and small
and made it warm and feel welcome.

this feeling like I'm flying high
and looking down from in the sky
though my wings don't work, (i dunno why)
but I smile hard, and so so wide.

and suddenly I'm not alone
by watchful eyes soft with real love
the horror fades, the feelings gone
I'll stay right here, basking in sun.
--
by anteater



by TheEnforcer