The Fallen Don't Want Angels (No Degrees of Seperation #5)

It seems I'm always stroking the ones with fangs,
but I suppose this one reminded me of something feral. Eyes like a wildcat in a trap; daring people to come closer, yet terrified that they would.
Nothing to lose but his life, and that makes any creature dangerous. He was everywhere at once, and I got the sense he'd been pacing the bars for far too long, looking for a way out that didn't exist.
Well, I've stroked jagged edges before and walked away without ever breaking the skin, how would this be any different?
But my pride had never met a match like his anger.

Those wildcat eyes were his wall to the world, not a challenge, but a warning: don't take one step closer. Pride can never take a hint, however, and I stuck my hand through the bars.
How do you lure a creature out of a cage? Show them something they want.
Show the touch-starved your open arms,
Show the beaten gentleness,
Show the vicious that you cannot be hurt,
And show the broken...your own brokenness.

Of course, loners are always loners for a reason, and it is rarely because the world has simply overlooked them. Almost as much snake as scared cat, coiled tight and ready to strike; that's what I found behind the walls. It's always a gamble, cornering someone loaded with so much venom, for if they strike, their strain of poison may very well become yours.

And maybe he'll never lose it, that countenance of a hunted animal. Maybe the world will never stop being against him, or he'll never see that it's not. Time will tell if those wildcat eyes will soften; only it is time that I'm running out of.  But there's not one single day that tracing the cage bars won't break my damn heart.












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