Taspie

I know more about half-moon palms than most know about lifelines the kind that beg dandelion child, love-yourself-breathless. I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes. Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend turned bogieman - Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts like they are nothing but pretty paper to be folded over, again & again & again by the hands of quivering youths: Icarus, the reincarnated sky conqueror searching for warmth.