"Embrace"

Work: Edward Scissorhands
Character(s): Edward/Kim
Category: Poetry
Rating: PG

The man in black stands up
His hair is dark and wild
His eyes are frightened
And there is blood of a boy on his fingers
(Fingers, so to speak)
A group of mindless monochromes looks on
Staring in horror and mistrust
And he is young, naïve, and innocent
Beautiful, horrific, scarred
Neglected, incomplete, tragic
A peaceful walking weapon
And all other impossible combinations

The girl in white runs to him
She glows pale and lovely in the dark
He does not ask her forgiveness
He does not expect any
She takes him and looks for answers in his eyes
And she finds them dark, hollow, and empty
Like wells long run dry
But somehow also full of pain, remorse, sorrow – and love
And she understands
"Run," she whispers to him
He makes himself break away from her
And he flees

And the foolish women mutter amongst themselves
"I always knew there was something wrong with him."
Liar.
"He near raped me, I'm afraid for the poor girl."
Hypocrite.
"Look at him, he's not even human."
What makes a human?
A body? A brain? A mind? A heart? A soul?

Perhaps he is more human than any of them.