
The first time I ran away, Dr. Hao broke every bone in my body. He’d created me, he said, so I belonged to him.
Eventually, I escaped. But the outside was too much for a malnourished mutant. I made my home in shadows, and ate what I could take.
Then, one day, I saw him.
I’d heard of love, but never felt it before.
He was big and black and beautiful, with sharp, hungry teeth.
I reached out. When I moved, he moved. Our hands touched and I felt glass.
That magnificent beast was me.
A beautiful poem, congratulations!
Excellent. Beautifully worded and constructed, Andrei. Plus, a perfect picture accompaniment to have both before and after the piece.