As she cocoons around him, he knows he’s safe


But she will not rest, 


By no means,


Until he is loved




When he confesses, her arms drop,


His safety net  has abandoned him


the firery pits of hades seem to calm him in comparison.


her once protective arms break with impeccable force.


New ones rise,


Protectors dissolve,


Barriers emerge.


Shallow breaths can be taken,


under the hands,


Around his neck.


he knows, boys need secrets.


Boys don’t need him.


Reaching, breathing






Protectors shouldn’t have their hands on your neck?


Protectors d̶i̶s̶s̶o̶l̶v̶e̶d̶


Protectors evolved


He chokes


By not the Hands,


by himself


He sees clearly now,


Restraints off his neck,











-Faggot son.


-protect me…



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