Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men. Marvel does.
A/N: Writer's Block buster for the "post anything you write" challenge. Implied slash. Notes at bottom. Entry in my "This is Why People Cut" theme.
He twists and turns like a bucket of urns.
Sweet and fluffy like butter it churns
There's no peace
There's no pride
No section to gain that's worth the price.
But he stays in place
And tries to fly.
But he's warm.
Far too warm
And he cannot walk
His legs destroyed with the shot of a gun
Cannot reach out
Cannot screech out
Cannot feel at all.
But his mouth does move.
His throat does not flex.
His voice does not ache.
But he leaves screaming pleas
In his wake.
Erik, Erik, Charles, Erik.
Charles, Erik, Raven, Erik
Raven, Erik, Erik, Charles
Erik, Erik, Erik, Erik.
Held and cherished
Loosened and perished
Pain and love and fear and lust
All lost and obliterated trust
Sin of sin of sin of sin
He will always let CharlesRavenErik in.
Memories or sanity's whore?
He threw his mind out the door.
He twists and turns
Body separated into urns
Tied down to keep from fleeing
Gagged tightly to stop his screaming
Medicated to aid
Shadows that will never fade
Medicine that causes painful dreaming.
The binds cannot stop his screaming.
I took out a lot because it explained more of what was going on than I wanted (and featured everyone else). If you want, I can post it in a second-part. Your call.
Finals week for the next two weeks. I seriously have *counts* 20 pages of new one shots and chapters (and promised stories ...) to post, but have no time to put it onto the computer and clean it up ... but soon! My big projects are all due this week, so hopefully you'll be getting them this weekend. Sorry for the wait! Anyway, speaking of projects, paper due tomorrow that I have to finish ...
Let me know what you thought? :)