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My Hero

you grew me until i could tie my shoe
you said that was it
that was as far as we were going
you lied
you watched me fall, break, scrape
you watched the tree branches bend
under my weight
and when i cried
there you were
Big Red, tan leather briefcase
the smell of cherry chapstick
you picked me up
put me right
dusted me off
when the bruises got bigger
when my heart bled out
in front of a big log Christmas fire
you pulled me on your lap
you kept the bad boys away
I learned what a man was by watching you
you and your scruff
you and the stickmen cartoons
I never got too big for you
too grown up to have you hold me
when the world put its hurt deep in my bones
to the rescue
you always came to our rescue
our hero, softest man to his little girls
vicious combatant against the villains of our souls
then it was just you in your chair
sneaking whipped cream on your strawberries
we let you
we knew
who will save us now?
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About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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