Harlequin

hands

He won't let you see them.

But

when he's asleep, lift the sleeves
and open your eyes to his

Scars. Rivers of creased, tattered flesh
Eyes flooded with almond,
Cried crimson when seized.

The same clammy hands that
shivered as if perpetually afraid of something,
that still morphed into fists of ivory rock,
hunting for criminals, saving the day.

The same hands that once belonged
to a vagabond,
fingers wrapped around a Faber-Castell pencil,
breathing his shooting stars
onto many many
many pages in his journal.

The same hands that once held
the notebook, withered, defeated
by disparagers wearing plastic crowns:
His Dreams were granted
the title of "chimeras".

The same hands that still rose up
to build castles in the sky
when everyone threw stones
that spoke harsh reality
at him with slingshots.

The same hands that proved
delusions don't exist,
but not without fifty-five scars—
equivalent exchange.

Uh-oh, he's waking up
Better leave him be before
he catches you peeking
at his heart.

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this was inspired by deku from my hero academia! it's my favourite anime hehe :)

i recommend everyone who's reading to go watch !! it won't disappoint you ;)