Calypso1977

A hundred different faces, a thousand different names. One who fights, one who forgets, one who remembers but is never the same. He keeps count of all he’s lost, at night when she’s alone. He doesn’t do the family thing, and yet she has a helpline telephone. He’s the last of his kind, but she’s also the first. Running through time and space, trying to save the universe.

You judge me like a kitten in a Free To Good Home box. My ancestors were sirens and mermaids. I refuse to be a key for your broken lock. You think you know me, that you’ve got me all figured out? Except my memory’s thick with nightmares. And I’ve got no secrets to scream or shout. You have no right to judge me, there upon your rusty throne. I’m descended from gladiators and giants. And you’re not worth my ancestors’ bones.