Purity

As the sun rises, consuming the embers of the duskful night.

The child awakens with his eyes of light.

A heart not of gold, but of stainless glass.

Not tainted nor broken.

As no evil had been spoken.

As the dawn of the sky gives life to a bright light,

Memories alight, showered upon with blissful cries.

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A young newborn reaching for his mother and father.

Hands grasping the air as they unfold to search for their carer.

As the liquid beneath drops ever-so sweet.

To decorate a blank canvas,

To show the lifeless meat.

As eyes glare down to the slumber of his guardians.

Waiting to be coddled and provided with his mother's warmth.

As he stares.

Glares.

Drools.

Pondering when mother and father will awaken from the velvet pool.