Facade
I
will
always
protect
.
.
.
you
.
the boy
was still
the creature would
wait
his eyes
the size
of double moons
blue
moons
.
.
.
blond hair
in delicate wisps
creamy skin
in a dainty shade
such a contrast
to the monster
made to execute
made to punish
made
to
kill
.
.
.
the hand
left the
pure honey-colored
hair
and the monster
passed
not wanting
to taint
the boy
anyMORE
then he already
had