ShallahSaviere

Chi-Li (-Shallah) Your purity attracts it, Just as mail order brides and other slavery abides. Your frailty excites it, Lecherous faces peer over schoolyard fences. Seeking innocence to crush. Mentally it runs its split Draconian tongue across your tender flesh, Never a thought to anything save its own hunger, Terrible atrocities, war, famine, abuse, yet abound. And here, A morsel, both delicate and frightened, A child cornered by a bully with no-one nearby, You stand, expecting death, yet never retreating from it. You grip the hilt of your sword Relaxed, but resolute, Calling all the purity of the world to coalesce within raz

I am broken. I have known this since that first moment that I actually felt the smile on my lips unbidden. (Though I always knew I was different that the others, I did not know how different until then.) It was when he looked at me and truly saw me. The true me, without any masks, naked and vulnerable, cold, hurt and alone, And he smiled at me, and nodded, accepting all his piercing eyes took in. In that moment, I knew that I had not been whole before. The loss and hurt, the darkness that consumed me was simply awaiting completion, awaiting his touch and acceptance. So I smiled my first true smile, unthinking. The same smile I