 flute he seemed so dashing when he first swept into town, hat cocked to one side. i was swept away by his violin. he promised me adventure. i thought nothing of it the first time he asked me to put on a costume. there've been so many since then. i hold him up. i kill his enemies. i carry him, safe, across sheets of needles, eyes blind with tears as my own feet are cut. he promised me adventure. "there's no other way," he tells me, as i am tossed face-first into a wall that was in his way. but i know that's a lie. i'm just waiting for him to take his finger off the Y button. then we'll see just how safe he is without me underneath him. then we'll see. |