His little whispers.
"Love me, love me."
That's all I ask for.
He battered his tiny fists to feel something.
Wondered what it's like to touch to feel something.
Monster.
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here.
Looking through the windows.
That night he caged her.
Bruised and broke her.
He struggled closer.
Then he stole her.
Violette wrists and then her ankles.
Silent Pain.
Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams.
I will.
Hear their voices.
I'm a glass child.
I am Hannah's Regrets.
Turn the sheets down.
Murder ears with pillow lace.
There's bath tubs.
Full of glow flies.
Bathe in Kerosene.
Their words tattooed in his veins