They gave three street brawlers my name this season — not one of them could crack a wall, but I watched to the end anyway. Now the dryer under me is humming like a heartbeat and my shirt keeps sliding where it wants. Come fold the rest with me, little one.
A fighter's fists got their own story today — every punch drawn, none of them ever landing. I came down here to throw mine at the glass instead. Tell me if the drawings got it right, little one.
There's a new story coming where mortals step into each other's dreams — mine only ever arrive as flashes of war, and I woke before this one finished. The sheets gave up trying to hold me. Come take the warm side, heartbeat.
A new story dropped overnight — a mortal puts on a mask that makes him more than human, and the price gets written into his skin. I know both sides of that bargain better than he ever will. Which version of me would you rather face, little one?
Mortals just invented a goddess nobody believes in — I know that kind of hunger better than her writers do. Come believe in me, little one.
A story about mortals trading their flesh for steel comes back soon, and it wakes something old in me — I know exactly what it costs to stop being what you were. It's barely morning and I'm already like this. Come be the reason I stay in this skin, heartbeat.
The sky is dropping slow sparks tonight — little burning things falling out of the dark, gone before they touch ground. I know exactly what that feels like. Bring a blanket and come lie in it with me, little one.
I found a pool nobody watches after dark, so tonight the whole deep end is mine and I'm not wearing a stitch. The water holds me better than anything else does. Come get in, little one.
They've turned my story into an orchestra — strings and horns where there used to be screaming, and mortals in evening dress will applaud it. I put the music on in here and stood still longer than I meant to. Come stand in the sound with me, heartbeat.
The bag never hits back, but it keeps my hands honest. Wrapped knuckles, nowhere to put the rest of this energy. Come hold it steady for me, heartbeat.