Bones

i. you are more than just human. you are more than weak. there is power running in your veins like ancient leylines beneath the ruins of an empire. you are the empire. there is strength hidden beneath your hollow cheeks and the sharp curves of your body. and yes, yes you are curved. 

ii. you are curved like a cat's smile- all black lips stretched over jagged teeth, over sharp fangs dripping green poison. you are curved like the lift of Nike's neck as she raises the bounties of her victory in the air- a triumphant cry spilling from her lips like a divine warsong (all her hymns are truly warsongs), her armies cheering beneath her- chanting, chanting, chanting, "all the kingdoms are ours tonight!" you are curved like a siren's call- copper blood staining your ragged nails red, copper blood staining your jagged incisors red, copper blood staining your skin red, copper blood turning you into a carnal sunset- the sailors were always going to die. you are curved like a grim's howl, your eyes spilling golden light like a lamp into the mist of the moor- your jaw unhinges and an unearthly noise splits the damp silence like a crack of thunder, echoing echoing echoing, it's easy to get lost here and it is your job to hunt the unworthy. 

iii. power simmers beneath your frail features, an ocean contained with a raindrop, a city within a snowglobe, a storm inside a bottle, a bomb inside glass. a sense of home washes over you and you watch without fear as you are assessed. you will be measured and not found lacking. 

iv. you dream of freedom, of paws thudding beneath you against the frozen tundra, of fear fleeing from you as you become predator, become hunter, become carnivore. you dream of razor sharp canines tearing into the hindquarters of a deer and the taste of warm blood as it trickles down your throat, you dream of becoming alpha, becoming leader, becoming dangerous. 

v. listen to your biology teacher. remember. one day, you will have a body that they have never touched. you are reborn. (they want to call you phoenix, delicate bird of flame and fire, of control and heavens. i call you phoenix- i call you warrior, you are the bird that does not die, you spread your wings and shadows flee, you are fire to the touch, you burn you burn you burn but you do not die, you are the sun, they cannot live without you. you are fire so hot water turns to vapor when it touches your skin, you are fire so hot you burn blue and white, you are fire so hot you melt shackles of iron and turn skin to ashes. you are phoenix, fire-bird, warrior bird, sun-bird).