this unnamed boy

my knight of swords

guardian angel

just shy
of age nine
came in only a pair of shorts
malnourished looks, dirt on his nose

experience beyond my years

a natural will to live
i did not possess.

the house
was a mad house
an accumulation of
a sex slave's living nightmare

over muscular ghouls
lurking about

just waiting.

one poor man
his mouth gaping open
a large metal contraption
embracing his neck
green goo
and various other fluids
spewing out.


when this unnamed boy
appeared, great stealth in the night
bravery that cannot be sized

maturity
unmatched by his childish body,

he tried to lead me out
he tried to lead me out

through narrow vents
down spiral staircases
into a sickly olive green hallway

oh god
why'd he try to lead me out?

on a clean glass slate
slanted above me
his little arms
chopped off
in one swing

trying to defend me,
sacrificed
this unnamed boy

to save my life,

you poor child
i will call you
gabriel.