Noises, I play within my head; touch my own skin, and hope that I'm still breathing. And I think back to when my brother and my sister slept, in an unlocked place – the only time I feel safe.
and you thought the lions were bad. well they tried to kill my brothers, and for every king that died, oh, they would crown another. and it's harder than you think, telling dreams from one another.
seafoam*