hello! this is my entry heheh… i might add like three more lmao, but this one is called, ‘sweetheart, i’ll never leave you.’ it follows nine year-old heartwielder. [see https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1055461420 !] anyways, her name is maren, and she’s been taken hostage to heal soldiers of war under horrible, horrible, living conditions as a virtue. enjoy this poem! trigger warning: torture. read with caution!! please do not report since it does have forewarning. word count: only 170 i’m tryna make it higher i know… ‘sweetheart, i’ll never leave you’, this is what he says into my shoulder, it stings like hell from that circus whip, my skin raw from torture. i know he couldn’t keep his vow, i know the commander would come quite soon, force his sorry toys of war to me, and punish me, only because i was immune. ‘please, don’t let them scar me.’ i reply, being a good girl for father, but he’d leave again shortly without remorse, because, oh, i know, his way of survival: honor. so i’m left alone and forgotten, waiting for the battle of the day to cease, so i can see bullet wounds and amputations, hear their bloodcurdling pleas. i’ve tried to run away before dawn comes, but they’d catch me by twilight, pin me, flog me thirty times over, my screams and my tears to their cruel delight. ‘sweetheart, i'll never leave you’, please already, tell me the reality, i’m nine and i’m bleeding out so slowly, and you left me to this. brutality.
