sometimes when he's alone he remembers
back when he was a boy
the first time he heard them
and then he would fold in on himself and he would become what they wanted
and he liked it
sometimes he even thought he loved
but then he would see the look of disgust on his mother's face
the anger and the fear
when she found the cat
skin scraped clean
staked towards the sky
was it so wrong?
when it made him feel so alive?
he lived for those blood-drenched moments
just him
and another fragile heartbeat
life
in the palm of his hand
she was afraid to tell anyone and he learned to lie
let her see what she wants
let her think it's a phase
let her forget
mom
i'm sorry
but i can't be the son you wanted
i can't even be the son you need
أنت تقرأ
a writer and a serial killer ✔
العاطفيةA writer searching for belonging and a serial killer in the midst of a murder spree collide under the most unlikely circumstances. Now they must face their demons or face their own destruction. ©2018 squishylilyoongi
