It turned me into this. It made scales out of my skin, yet for some reason it has also ripped into my flesh. Is it trying to protect me or **** me? It stole the light from my fingertips and the curves from around my tongue. It gave me the power of flight. It strengthened my legs and hardened my feet.
Now I am both safe and dead. I am empty of luminescence and I have razors between my teeth. I fly often these days, most of the time above the clouds.
Now I have strong knees and firmly placed toes. I am good at walking away now.
I can't count the number of times I've blamed it for the things I have left. Over and over, it forces me to make choices I have always refused to make - for good reason.
I can't count the number of times I have walked away because it forced me to, but I remember every single instance when I walked away when I didn't have to.
And until now, I am not sure which was my biggest mistake.