a smallpoint

hush now.

theres no point thrashing your way through the opening credits. rolling eyes and strolling syntax have no place in the back row of cheap thrills.

the villan is yet to reaveal himself
the hero is barely a child

take this.

i wove it for my mother before i remembered who she was. her shoulders seem so small these days. i can't tell if she's really shrinking or if the light does strange things to my eyes.

you look just like her memory
in fact you look
just like me