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Kitten Licks and Candlesticks - Shilukk - 09-10-2022 I am a weapon. An item. An instrument. A means to an end. I am a doll. A pet. Kept on a leash, burning my throat. I have no eyes to see. No mouth to scream. And I feel no desire to do either. I am a husk. A collection of skin and meat and bone. More human than the heretic. But never quite human. I live on the edge. I want to fall. I delude myself into believing I can have these worldly possessions. These human things. Materiel pleasures. I delude myself into love. I am a thing. Forgotten. A bullet, shot. It strikes the target, and its grave is their blood. Drowning. Forever. No song. No praise. No recognition. The wielder of my blade is showered with warmth while I remain in the cold. Rusting in the shed. Until someone declares me useful again. I look out at the waterscape. As I so often have. I feel the breeze on my cheek. Yet a cheek I do not have. I did not ask for this. I did not want this. I do not have a choice. And I do not care to have one. I am a weapon. A thing. An item. I am a doll. A pet. A means to an end. My song is brief. My sanity dwindling. I am a dancer. A musician. I am a lover. A failure. I am many things. I am no things. I know little. I know less. But that little I know, I know with all my being. I am Arcen. I am Death. And I do not miss.