1.
I loathe pink.
It is the combination,
the product
of a devil's imagination,
of two colors.
Red. The color of blood.
The hue of my eyes.
White. The color of death.
The hue of my skin.
I loathe my birth,
for nothing worthless should exist,
and I have no worth,
not on this earth.
I am an albino,
with parents who were Chinese,
who preferred the ease,
of being childless,
like so many others.
E is for Ethereal.
D is for Divine.
G is for Good.
E is for Enough.
E, D, G, E.
I am not Ethereal.
I am not Divine.
I am not Good.
I am not Enough.
To be ironic,
I am Edge.
This is my story.
A unique bedtime story.
One, it's true. Plain hard fact. Not gossip. Fact.
Second, it's shocking, it's scary and it'll keep you awake.
Sweet nightmares will haunt you.
Third, it's more like a novel.
Fourth, it doesn't start with 'Once upon a time'
or end with 'Happily ever after'.
Last, it's about people who are all at their worst
all the time.
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YOU ARE READING
EDGE
PoetryEdge, Katia and Vitria will fight their world where the bad to the worst, is a daily reality. Fight it to the death. This is on hold, sorry. I'm a bit stuck on what to write next and to be honest, I've forgotten where I wanted this to go and just...
